The Silver Dream Auction Hall was completely full to the brim. Even the VIP rooms were standing room only!
Normally, that would be cause of massive embarrassment on the part of the hosts and likely an all out brawl due to the disrespect of making powerful people share such space so compactly.
No servants or entertainment, just bodies smashed in together. The viewing arrays were also pushed to the limit to let all see as much as they could.
One would think some stunning treasure was being offered up or something that could elevate a Radiant Tier directly to the Sovereign Tier but it was just 1 man.
He calmly sat at the center of the stage on a simple wooden chair. His crimson and gold robes spoke of Clan and his position. He was the Founder of his Frey Clan. His vibrant emerald hair marked him as easily as anything else.
