[h1]Rook[/h1]

Rook gasped in awe as Amon placed his second bid, the absolutely exorbitant amount of money being bid being enough for the little guy to fall on his butt and say: [b]"M-Mr. Shukal! Y-Y-You ca..."[/b]

[h2]Sketchy Merchant[/h2]

The Merchant's eyes grew absolutely massive; he'd never expected someone would actually pay that much for that map,and he ESPECIALLY didn't expect the jump from that masterwork pot from the triple-handed man, to a small fortune. Holding the map up, he called out: [b]GOING ONCE TO THE SNAKE MAN WITH NICE HAIR...GOING TWICE TO THE SNAKE MAN WITH NICE HAIR...[/b] 

At this point, no one dared to try and outbid Amon. Most of the townsfolk thought he was either insane, or just foolish. Or he had the coin to burn and just wanted people to watch.

[h3]Back to Rook[/h3]

Rook gulped as he stood back up, shakily poking Amon. [b]"Y-You can't...i-i-it could be a fake! If the Master finds out, it'll be the end of you!"[/b] he said, legs trembling, ears trembling, arms trembling, fucking EVERYTHING ON HIM trembling.