"Twenty five thousand spirit coins!"
The highest bidder was a massively fat, incredibly smug ghost sitting near the front.
His plain white bedsheet stretched desperately over a massive, protruding jelly belly. The sheer size of this fat whale reminded Romeo entirely of his stupid, piggy stepbrother Caspian!
The fat ghost crossed his arms and looked around the silent tavern with a highly arrogant, punchable aura. Nobody dared to challenge his massive wealth.
The black ghost on the stage nodded respectfully.
"Twenty five thousand spirit coins going once," the black ghost announced, scanning the defeated crowd of weeping men. "Going twice..."
"Fifty thousand spirit coins."
A single, calm voice suddenly echoed through the tavern.
The voice was deep, incredibly raspy, and carried the supreme, undisputed authority of a true sect master.
