The pedestal that rose for lot seven held a globe of swirling silver mist no larger than a fist.
"Lot seven. A Sealed Memory of the Ninth Verge. Within it sleeps the combat experience of a fallen Empyrean swordmaster, available for direct soul absorption. First rank earns four thousand Player Coins."
[Tenebria: Pass. Borrowed experience rots the foundation it sits on. Anyone who built their own path properly has no use for it.]
[Korin: Agreed. I would not trust a sword I learned in my sleep.]
The lot went to a Solmark player after a short three way game. Tenebria's group did not move.
Lots eight through eleven passed in the same quiet rhythm. A spatial folding array. A vial of distilled Domain essence. A pair of twin spirit blades. A growth catalyst for beast companions that drew Erix's eyes toward the ring where Talonar rested.
[Erix: I can forge Talonar something better than a market catalyst.]
[Tenebria: Then forge it. Pass.]
