"Sir Henry, if you could follow me, please," a guard addressed the leader of the Outlaws. His voice was calm and composed, despite who he was speaking to.
With a silent nod, Henry followed the guards, though he wasn't in the best of moods. He had paid more than he originally expected for the elf—but that didn't change the fact that he had acquired her, nevertheless.
He quickly found himself in a chamber. The blonde man who had led the bidding during the auction was already inside, the elf standing behind him.
A smile appeared on his face as he saw who had entered, "Ah Sir Henry!" he exclaimed with a bow.
"I'm glad you decided to buy the elf. But you know, there was no need to take part in the bidding. You've done enough for the city—it's practically yours. You could have taken her, and not a soul would've complained."
