Inside the Auction house, a gentleman in a formal suit took their tickets, stamped each with an ink sigil similar to the house crest and then pointed them to a stair case on the right.

“Ladies, up stairs and then to the left. You will be in the second door. There will be an attendant on the landing.”

“Thank you sir.”

They quickly headed up the stairs, and the attendant let them into their box. Val noted that there were several more guardsmen stationed along the hall.

 There were several seats and over the next hour, several other people filtered in. Val scanned the room below, and noted several Scath Wrath’s moving through the gathering crowd. Nothing unusual for a place like this.

What did startle her was the Thrasher Scath that remained stationary in a corner near the front, as if observing the other Scath. Her hand itched for a blade, but with some many guardsmen about, pulling a blade here would be suicide. Be