"2000 gold coins!" exclaimed the auctioneer with a twinkle in his eye, as if he were talking about the price of a potato. Erwin couldn't help but wonder if he was being sold off like a sack of potatoes.
The auctioneer's gaze shifted upwards towards the grand ceiling of the auction hall, as if he was asking God for a sign that he was making the right decision. Maybe he was hoping for a lightning bolt to strike him dead before he could sell off poor Erwin.
Erwin followed suit, looking towards the window in the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bidder. But all he could see were opaque black mirrors, as if someone was trying to hide their shame at bidding on a human being.
"We have just received a bid from one of our VIP guests. Now, who else would like to make an offer?" said the auctioneer, his smile as fake as his hairpiece.
