"This auction is invite only. Who are you and how did you find out about it."
The group glanced at each other as though trying to say, who the fuck was this?
As always, they left matters like this to Whisker, who stepped forward with a smile.
"Word spreads easily on the willess world."
"Not about this." The man's eyes were cold. "I made sure only those invited hear about the auction. I make no mistakes." He narrowed his eyes.
Whisker shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you other than the fact that we know, and we're here."
"You weren't invited. You can't attend the auction."
Whisker lost his smile, and the tension between them thickened. He glanced at Atticus, suddenly having an idea.
"Then you dare deny the great rising star?" Whisker gestured toward Atticus with both hands, like one would for a king.
"The one who fought against and easily defeated multiple Redflame faction gods?"
