"The security must be tight for something like this," Jaegar said, his tone even, ignoring that man.
"Very tight," the steward replied, still gazing at her.
"Guards patrol every corner, and the entrances are heavily monitored. Only those with verified invitations can enter… or so we thought." His words trailed off as he glanced at Lilianna, a flicker of confusion crossing his face before her charm smoothed it away.
Jaegar's attention shifted to the stage as the first item was brought out—a young half-elf in her twenties, her wrists bound in glowing chains that suppressed magic. The crowd murmured appreciatively as the auctioneer began his pitch.
Jaegar, however, barely registered the scene. His gaze swept across the hall, searching for the woman who had caught his eye earlier.
It didn't take long to find her.
