Invitation to the Graymoon Auction House

"Is there something wrong?" Vincent asked promptly without introducing himself. He had a hunch they weren't here for a pleasant conversation. Not to mention the bothered expressions on the half-sister's faces.

The two men glance quickly at Vincent from head to toe. On their faces, a surprised expression appeared. They respectfully bowed and greeted, "Good morning, Lord Vincent Lionheart."

"It looks like you already know who I am. Are you two perhaps here to cause trouble?" Vincent asked. He was curious about why they were here and how they knew him at first sight.

"No such thing Lord Vincent. We are here to complain about losing customers because of your benevolence." The man on the left said. 

The man spoke politely, yet his words sounded venomous. It was obvious he was used to glorifying someone and making himself look pitiful all in one sentence.