I was walking toward my new target location, descending deeper into the earth with each step. The underground auction chamber awaited below, hidden from the eyes of proper society.
A woman led the way before me, a broker by trade. I had paid a ridiculous two hundred gold coins for her services, and in return she had arranged my participation in tonight's event and forged a convincing fake identity among the clientele.
My current holdings sat at ten thousand five hundred gold coins. Five thousand seven hundred from my previous endeavors, five thousand from Rebecca's desperate purchase, minus the two hundred that had found its way into this broker's pocket.
With that kind of wealth weighing down my storage purse, the world looked entirely different.
Everyone in front of me felt small. Insignificant. Like pests beneath my notice, scurrying about their meaningless lives while I walked among them as something greater.
