With all of the auction hall staring him down, the old man beside Jarik smiled and raised his hands above his head. “There’s no problem here. Nothing to get worked up over or pause the auction for. We are fine. Just fine. Sorry for holding up festivities. You may continue.”
The auctioneer glared at the old man and Jarik. “I don’t know about that. Didn’t I have you removed last year for disintegrating a bidder?”
“You must have me mistaken with someone else. I firmly follow all rules of your fine event, most especially the no disintegrations rule.”
Jarik nodded. “We’ve never had a problem before and we sure won’t have one during your fine proceedings. We apologize for the interruption.”
A large grin returned to the auctioneer’s face. “Very well, but if there are any more distractions then I will have to remove you from these proceedings. Both of you.”
Jarik smiled as the two sat back down. “So, what are you here for?”
“You are going to continue being a nuisance, are you not?” the old man said with a heavy sigh. The auctioneer continued to rattle off new bids for an enchanted axe.
“The outcome is likely,” the half-elf said with a devious grin.
The old man sighed once again. “Then I suppose I must tell you I’m here for the Galachir weapons. I suppose that’s what your friends are after as well. I’ve been watching you six. You all seem quite competent for your age. A bit rough on the edges, but competent. You’re doing us all a favor by draining funds from the Black Scars.”
“What are you trying to say, old man?”
“How about this. Let’s spend the rest of this auction in peace. There is no sense in either of us being removed from here. However, there is no moratorium on our actions once we vacate the hall. If I happen to win the elf relics, and you truly have an issue with that, then we could settle our score outside. You can even bring your little group of friends along. I’m sure you six could easily handle an old man such as me.”