'It'll be fine…'
I exhaled slowly, steadying my nerves as the auction moved into the miscellaneous items section.
This was the moment I had been waiting for. Among the rare trinkets, ancient scrolls and cursed relics, there was one particular item I had my eyes on.
The bidding began at a steady pace.
A set of enchanted lockpicks went first, snatched up by a rogue-looking individual seated in one of the lower-tier loges.
Next came a vial of alchemically distilled dragon's breath, which was claimed by an alchemist guild representative. It was one of the main ingredients needed for a potion that would increase user's training, so the price was quite steep.
None of these things piqued my interest, however.
Crossing my arms, I kept shifting my gaze back and forth between Aveline and the auctioneer.