Leon raised his old wrinkly hands slowly, but instead of placing a bid, he simply gave and signal and placed his hand down.
"260,000"
All of a sudden, a female with a white oval mask on her face placed a bid upon receiving Leon's signal from the back.
"We have 260,000 from the lady in the oval mask...can we get a 280,000?" The king under the mountain spoke while swinging the dagger smoothly as if it were a pocket knife.
The gentle swings, although they didn't cause any fluctuations visible to the average warlock, it was able the slice through the air and a subtle and quick mana as if cutting through the air itself.
"Hmmm, might be worthwhile I guess" from within the crowd whispers began to fly as several others contemplated joining this bid.
"280,000" someone raised his hand with a gentle smile on his face.
A starting price of 250,000, it was probably worth something. And even though he didn't know what it was.....he wanted it.
