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"Well well well, aren't you precious." Sal crooned with a soft laugh, almost to himself, as Ying scrambled to make herself 'presentable', as if that meant anything to him. Honestly, Sal wasn't sure what to do either hand either; it was just as ambiguously placed as his was. Amusing, really.

"Ying Zheng of Conquest, it is a pleasure to meet you." Old habits died hard and he expertly shifted her hand in his, just enough to properly kiss her knuckles, though with their obvious height difference he did have to stoop to meet them, if only to make it more comfortable for her. When he released her hand he made a gesture towards himself. "Of course, I am Salbei, a Sage of the Famine Clan." Old habits and all that...plus wasn't conquest all about titles and families? His hands had nothing to do after that and so they disappeared into his layers of clothing, almost as if they didn't exist.

"I have to admit Little Lady," his habit of addressing people by nicknames was yet another hard-to-kill habit, but one he wasn't actively trying to stop. "I am quite curious as to why someone as charming yourself would try to waste their hard earned seeds on someone like me."

Lan stood firmly in place as results were drawn. So be it. "My only regret is now, that my plan has been set back." Not lost, for conquest never lost, but mearly set back was all. "But as I must change my plans I will confide what I had intended."

A motion to Lifen. "It was not I who bid, yet my seeds would have helped pay. No, for whom Lifen bid was on the behalf of conquest. We sought to take the war in front of us. Yet, what good is a war won if it cannot be held? If we have no hope to understand it? No, the spoils of our victory, of war could only be understood by one. The clan might have the victory, but the true victor is the one who would hold the war to him, and keep us safe from its wrath. As I would take your anger to keep Lifen and Ying, who's seeds were to pay for you, from your ire, it is Invictus who keeps us from War, who understands her. He and he alone is worthy of such spoils, of the honor."

Lan smiled, if less mirthful and more disappointed. "A pawn you might have been, but to bring the pawn from one side to the other you might raise them to a queen. And naturally." A tiny tilt of her head. "Our 'king' deserves no less than the most powerful of queens."

The tilt of her head now followed with a shrug. "I would take any ill will you present Lady Eris so long as my people, my pawns would have their chance to rise and become what they are destined for. To become queens, knight, bishops, rooks... I am as much a pawn as I am a queen. I am a pawn for my people, to move as needed, but I am also a queen, made to protect them just as well."

False's grin was wider then any before. The cat hopped around his feet leaping up along his back and onto his shoulder. "If you hadn't spent those seeds we wouldn't have had to take a loan." He whispered as he moved towards his slave, rather his prize. She was far too wild to be a proper slave. He liked that.

When he finally reached her the reaper offered a polite bow, "Lady Eris, it's a pleasure to stand here. Though I know the rules of the auction say you're my 'slave' I must say I hardly think the title is fitting for yourself." He turned to Invictus nodding as well to him, "I do promise to treat her well, I may not be a Horsemen but I do have some level of manners and respect that Eris will be held with."

Turning to Eris once more he took one of her hands lifting it to his lips in a light kiss, "I feel like this is going to be a wonderful experience." He turned to the other horsemen in the crowd winking, "Forgive me Horsemen." He looked at Lan specificly, "I'll be borrowing this 'pawn' for the time being. Though I doubt that title fits any better then 'slave'. Don't fret I'll bring her back in one piece, though likely I'll be the one in pieces by the end of this."

Some how it sounded like he didn't mind the later part at all.

Sharpie meanwhile hopped down pawing at Invictus' robes happily. "Hullo!"

Chryses practically ran off the stage once winners were announced, a relieved grin on his face. He could have done without the slightly embarrassing nickname, but he'd take that over having to spend the day with Shaheen any day.

"Congratulations," he said, his voice rather dry, "you have won the enviable pleasure of my company for a day." He nodded to the other zomboil, who was unfamiliar to him.

Oh thank the gods! Shik was finally being called up for auction. Shaheen just wasn't sure how much longer she could keep him from breaking free of his bounds and actively trying to destroy her for what she was about to do.

.............Did they just say that Shik's eyes could see into the future? Shaheen burst out laughing before she lifted a leg and kicked the chair out from underneath him, then grabbed a hold of his tied together hands from behind, pressing her body up against his to, hopefully, keep his wings pinned down.

"Come on then, that's your cue. Don't forget to show everyone your lovely smile!" Her voice was overly sweet as she began shoving him roughly forwards and out onto the stage.

Kettil was chasing the rolling Freya on in. Just to make sure she didn't hurt herself. There was something off about the way he ran. It was sort of watching someone suddenly very off balanced with the world around him trying to move.

He was pretty sure the floor was moving on purpose, he just couldn't prove it.

"Freeeyaaaa. You..Wait..what?" He looked up and saw Muka on the stage.

".....MUKAAAAAAAAAAA. HIIIII~!" He waved both arms. He wasn't sure where he was just then.