"Brother Lein, look at his aura… he's practically glowing with treasure," Efan whispered enviously. His eyes sparkled as he stared at the chubby young man still standing in the lift, his body practically radiating light from all the spirit rings and necklaces adorning him. "He's like a walking treasure tree… if only I could snatch just one of those rings…"
Laras gave him a light smack on the back. "Don't be ridiculous. You wouldn't even get close to his robe before his guards buried you six feet under."
Efan sighed. "I know. But hey, dreams are free, right?"
Lein chuckled softly and resumed walking down the corridor of the 27th floor—the place where the Arcteron Auction would soon begin.
Behind them, the elevator doors slid shut, leaving behind a fuming, red-faced young man whose pride had been thoroughly shredded in public.
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