As the bidders becoming more reluctant to go higher, a man emerges from the crowd and heads towards the podium in the center of Podol Plaza. He has dark hair, a full beard and is wearing striped pants, a long, brown tunic and has a pendant of a blazing star hanging from a chain around his neck. He exchanges a few words with the auctioneer, who then hands over the wand to him. The crowd watches the exchange in silence, as the man carefully examines the item. He hands it back, afterwards, shakes his head slightly and then turns around and heads down from the podium and back into the crowd.
There are only a few more raises now, and the price goes to five thousand and seven hundred as noone seems willing to go any higher.
“Five seven? Going... Anyone wanna give me five eight? Going... Five seventy-five? Nothing? Ok... GONE!”