John

Many poor people were taken and sold to the rich, especially Elves and their ilk. Cyrissa was poor, and to make matters worse, she was an Elven with a pretty face. Who knew that after 17 years, she would be auctioned off? She was taken from her father's house, washed, dressed, and, to put it bluntly, tidied up.

Soon the time came when the auction itself would be held, at which Cyrissa was to be sold to some rich man, the merchant brought her to the center and loudly declared

Good evening, dear participants and guests! I am the auctioneer for today. Thank you for attending our auction! Each of you may make a bid by raising your hand and placing a price. The winner will be the one who offers the highest price. If no one makes a new bid within 30 seconds, the item is sold.

Some listened attentively to the instructions, while others merely yawned lazily. One rich man after another offered prices, and the bids grew higher and higher. Finally, the last hand went up. The last bid. Not a moment had passed before Cyrissa was in John's carriage. While you looked at him distantly, trying to keep as much distance as possible, he, on the contrary, moved closer, openly staring at her.