While Aspen, Arc, and Dei walked ahead, Xenos lingered behind and gave the clerk a lazy gesture with his hand.
"Where do I dump it?"
The clerk immediately bowed.
"Of course, Lord Xenos. This way, please."
He led him down and to the side, away from the main hall.
Arc and the others blankly stared at Xenos as he left them and only gave a shrug back.
That was how he acted, and they'd better get used to it before all their hair turned gray.
Before the clerk, a narrow corridor opened up, lined with white marble and dark bronze sconces. The floor gleamed, smooth as a mirror, while etchings of Arcane ran across the walls.
"The market you saw earlier—the hall your friends entered—that is only the surface of this place. Our auction houses the more… acceptable wares. Artifacts, Runes, Divine Relics, and contracts."
He slowed a bit, glancing at Xenos.
