One by one, many items were brought to the stage, each one of them quite rare and useful. They would give a significant boost in power for anyone who purchased, but at most, they went for a couple of thousand gold coins.
A vial of crystallized beast marrow, glowing faintly like liquid lightning, fetched a thousand gold. A chained thunder hawk chick, its wings clipped, sparks still jumping from its feathers, was sold off for three thousand. Even obscure curiosities like a mask said to let the wearer hear whispers of the dead found eager buyers.
Damon stayed quiet, his crimson gaze cold, simply watching as the parade of treasures rolled by. Most weren't worth putting a spotlight on himself just yet. He wanted to see what the vampires were after.
Then came something interesting. A young girl in a cage. She sat curled against the bars, her emerald eye blank and distant.
