Bringing About Their Own Misery
"Fifteen thousand--
"Sixteen thousand gold!"
"Twenty thousand--"
"Twenty-one thousand gold!"
Tyrel's aggressive counters kept the crowd in suspense. Someone dared counter that person and what would happen in the end? They were excited to see such a bidding war take place.
"Twenty-five--"
"Twenty-six thousand gold!"
"Your highness, if you're not careful then we won't have enough for the later items. Please, be prudent with your spending," warned the royal advisor.
"Don't worry, I'm just trying to force him to dry out his stash. Once he's out, then everyone will thank us and we'll get what we need," answered Tyrel, paying the old man little attention.
"Thirty thousand gold!"
"Thirty-one thousand gold!"
"..."
"Thirty-one thousand gold going once!"
"Thirty-five thousand gold!"