We all have our circumstances
"You again?" the female clerk nearly jumped up when Mia returned to the auction hall. "Is there anything that I can help you with?" she quickly changed her narration, bowing respectfully as she assumed the professional look on her face.
"Ehh..." Mia sighed, lowering her eyes. "Bones of monsters," she replied, refusing to look the woman in the face.
This was a strangely unusual request.
For most, monsters' bones were nothing more than a waste, an unnecessary hunting byproduct. And yet, Mia was in the middle of the auction hall, asking to buy some.
The clerk made the 'why am I not surprised' kind of face before rolling her eyes and reaching to her pocket.
"Here," she said, passing over a ring a second later. "But you should ask yourself one question," the woman put a small, mysterious smile on her face as the look in her eyes sharpened for a second.