In place, Wrathion responds. He's stood at the edge of the room near the stairwell, chattering to his young companion. The time ticks closer, and Wrathion glances at a clock, turns to her and oh but now his nerves are getting the better of him. The bidding! It's so exciting! Perhaps a drink is a good idea after all, to ensure nerves don't get the better of him! Would she mind...? She turns away as the clock chimes the hour, and someone begins to call everyone down towards the auction.

Wrathion waits a moment in the shadows, until he's sure nobody is looking at him, then vanishes away into the shadows.