Tirarian felt the nobles eyes on her, and raised her hand again.
"60 gold!" She cried, it could only be a fight once both sides knew what they were up against. Chances are that fancy lad could beat her, but she would give him and his companion a run for their money.
Her purple eyes darted over the crowd, everyone had dropped out except for them two, she felt heady, but she couldn't let this rush go to her head. Ok, she said, but no more than 150...