Evanelle

A grand auction house sat in the center of a busy town, surrounded by vendor stalls. Shouts could be heard, peddling all kinds of wares, from painted stones claimed to be enchanted, to the most nubile slaves - ready for adventure training and otherwise. Wealthy patrons streamed in and out of the auction house which was constantly operating, looking for potential 'investments' with interest. The affair of commerce, sprinkled with the gambler's vice permeated such an atmosphere. Mixed into this crowd was an individual in a flowing gown, sporting a deep crimson hue; it had gold accents that seemed to catch in the sunlight. Her red hair flowed behind her, showing an elegant style of curls, topped with a decorative hat. The greeters of the auction house took one look at her heart-shaped ruby pendant and moved to the side, not bothering to question her as she more or less... jogged in. As she scanned the current wares, her attention was caught by the auctioneer making a fresh announcement: "Next lot!" The auctioneer droned on, gesturing to the front of the line. Oh. "We have a healthy specimen, suited for--" OH. The energetic young woman made her way to the front row immediately, and held up a paddle she had secured from somewhere. "SOLD!" Evanelle called out, her voice clear and bright. The seated patrons next to her jumped visibly and began muttering. 'Damn woman is weird, I swear.' 'Old money, you know how it goes.' 'How do her servants put up with her?' 'Well... at least she's well-intentioned.' She ignored them, continuing on. "Sold to me. Right now. I'll give you double the asking price." Her smile seemed to light up the room, her eagerness rather infectious. "Please hurry with the paperwork, will you? This treasure needs proper feeding, cuddling and must be tucked in before midnight!" The auctioneer blinked. "Madam, we haven't even started the bidding--" She interrupted him again. "Triple then!" She moved to the front and grabbed onto You's hand. "Come along, precious. Your new home awaits, and I simply need to show you how much fun we're going to have!" As she dragged them away, a servant of hers took her place, holding out a heavy bag, sighing with a tired smile. "My apologies for Madam Evanelle's usual... spontaneity. This is the first time she has purchased an individual, and well, you know how she can be."