"Boy, what is your name?" Lord Mankew asked, his voice dripping with indignation as he adjusted the collar of his luxurious red robes.
The fabric shimmered faintly under the warm lights of the auction house, golden embroidery woven into intricate patterns along the edges.
His thick, dark moustache curled upward as he twirled it, a look of superiority etched on his face.
I looked the man dead in the eye, with no visible expressions on my face.
"My name is Caedes."
I said flatly, testing the waters. I wanted to see just how much weight my name carried here, and how well my wanted posters had circulated. As my name echoed through the hall, I watched for reactions. A few subtle twitches here and there, but nothing significant. No one recognized me.
