"Twenty million!"
This time, it was the Winged People that suddenly drove the price up. They looked at others with smug expressions as all the banners glared at them. Why drive things from ten million to twenty million? Wasn't that too much?
"Thirty million!" Brakthar called suddenly.
The whole tent quieted instantly as they all turned to the barbarian. Now, it was the Winged People's turn to glare at them. Even Karathra couldn't hold herself back and she glared at him.
"What are you doing? Do we have that much?"
Brakthar grimaced and shrugged. "We only have about forty million anyway. I think we've lost this round, Karathra. The chief is going to be disappointed."
"We did not know the others were going to bid so aggressively. Galthor would understand, and besides, we aren't done here. We might still..."
"Forty-five million!" The Xyrrh.
Karathra sighed. "Alright, we might be done here, but there are still things I haven't done."
