He strides toward the auction house, where a sleek, circular counter dominates the center of the room. Behind it stands a well-dressed man with sharp features and an air of authority—Davor, the owner of the establishment.
"Welcome," Davor greets, his tone polite but distant as his eyes briefly scan Azure. "I must inform you, the auction for today has concluded. Our next event will take place next week. If you're here to inquire about participation, I suggest you return closer to that date."
Azure raises an eyebrow, unbothered by the formal dismissal. He reaches into his pouch and retrieves two of the glowing deep crystals, placing them on the counter with a deliberate motion. "I'm not here to browse," he says casually. "I want to auction these."