Tensions at the Auction House

Vargus and Rosaline approached the towering gates of Coiling Dragon City, their path flanked by the bustling crowds that thronged the city's entrance. The city, known for its neutrality in a world of factions and feuds, operated on a simple principle: gold could grant you almost anything, including anonymity.

As they reached the gate, a pair of guards clad in ornate armor scrutinized them. The guards' eyes gleamed with a mix of suspicion and greed, typical of those who manned the entry points into this massive trading hub.

One guard stepped forward, his expression arrogant as he held out a hand. "State your business in Coiling Dragon City, or pay the toll for discretion," he demanded, his voice carrying the confident authority of someone accustomed to being bribed.