And surely enough, the auction begins.

… Well, the last leg of it begins. Emilia and Wrathion were fashionably late, but such things happen when you’re hunting hearts and poking around moon rites. His response only steels her resolve and she nods, as if to herself.

There is a platform where one shows off items auctioned, and Emilia moves closer to it, pondering to herself if she should add… some natural light to this show. It’d certainly distract while Wrathion looks.

Do you thing, sir. Emilia believes in you.