"Marcus, we're going to look at equipment first. Come find us when you're done back here."
The moment they heard there would be drinking involved, the women immediately lost interest. They had their own priorities, and shopping for gear ranked far above sitting around a table with a pair of men discussing auctions.
"Okay."
Marcus nodded. Lily led the group away to browse equipment while Marcus followed Old Vine deeper into the auction house. A few minutes later, he was staring at the old man's private collection.
Damn. This was ridiculous.
Two jugs of century-old Maiden's Reserve. Two more of 150-year-old Duke's Vintage. A full jug of premium Firewater. Every single one had been acquired through auctions at outrageous prices. That wasn't even the end of it. Old Vine had hired a high-level system chef exclusively for entertaining guests. The moment they sat down, a lavish spread of food appeared on the table, filling the room with rich aromas.
