Thing's Don't Add Up

Arriving at the auction hall, Raze knew the right person to go to, as he had been here before with Reno. When he was with Reno, though, he still had the specially made hoodie that covered his face, so he doubted the auction man would recognize him.

As he was walking ahead, though, and went to enter the auction house, there was a man at the gate, a guard meant to check everyone's credentials. After all, they didn't want a bunch of people to waste their time.

"Stop, do you have an appointment inside? If not, then you must make an appointment before you enter. If you wish to get your items assessed and in the auction house, there are plenty of assessors based outside," the large man said.

"I hate these types," Graft replied. "But I guess we have no choice."

Or so he thought. Just as the two of them were about to turn away, they could see Raze continue to walk forward. Barlan was watching, wondering what he was going to do.