(Two hours)
30
“Right. Next up, some food. It has some pretty decent healing properties, and its far cheaper than anything that crazy shopkeep would sell you for healing.”
(2 hours, at :20)
what food is it?
submit an investigative check
(Even so it feels like the game already started)
“Nice item, mystery man,” Eve calls out. She, noticeably, does not bid.
“Aw, ain’t gonna line my pockets more for nothing? Shame.”
Stick noticeably perked up at the mention of food, and leaned in closer to get a better look.
“I really enjoy talking you, you know,” Evelyn’s tone is flat. “I really hope you stick around for a bit.”
“Really? I’m incredibly grateful for you too.”
Something tells you that he is, not, incredibly grateful for you sticking around…
Other than you sucking at betting
“Didn’t I mention food earlier?” Deryn wondered aloud. "Saying food would be on the table sooner or later? I swear I predicted that.”
Stick wrinkled his nose slightly, but raised a paw.
/bid 5
Stick bid 5.
Santigo López Sandoval bet 10.
Evelyn glanced over at the tall man. “Silent to everyone but our auctioneer, hm? How trustworthy.” Her tone is scathing.
“Your wit is as sharp as your tongue,” Deryn observed. "You have a penchant for cutting straight to the heart of every matter. You’re standing on the edge of a knife, poised to fall this way or that. As an ally, you could prove helpful. As a person, the sound of your voice is a slap to the face.”
“I think that’s the most eloquent way I’ve been told to shut up in recent memory,” Evelyn’s mouth twitched upwards. “I’ll oblige.”