Artist had an actual name, though she avoided using it because in some legal jurisdictions it was known. While the noble was off wrestling with some big monster, the artist was furiously scribbling in her sketch book. She had never had inspiration like this and if she didn't let the art flow out of her, she would explode directly. She was madly drawing some imagined noble princess squirming as someone wriggled in their skirt when the entire space vibrated.
Looking balefully, she turned to the source of the sound only to realize that the entire celling was being lifted. The sound of stone shattering as it ripped apart would forever haunt the memories of those present, though to most of the Dyne territory the noise would remind them that it was Tuesday.
It was dark out as the auction had been underway for some time. This made the strange action even more frighttning.
