Auction Finalie

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I stepped out into the gathering area of the Auction house. Many Wizards talked, some openly saying what they had won while others decided to remain anonymous for obvious reasons. The crowd that was not VIPs left quickly, taking their gains away after paying for it. Everyone had three days to pay us; otherwise, we would keep the potion for the next auction. This was obvious for everyone involved, but the employees counting were about to have some hectic days ahead.

As I stepped out with my women behind me, I instantly saw a couple of Venomancers approach. Venomancers were a unique snake-type humanoid. Their skin was faintly tainted green with some scales on them. They also did not have hair that was completely replaced with smooth scales down their necks. Both men and women didn't have any hair, all r with shiny green sickly-looking scales. The women looked softer as the men's scales seemed to have a harder look.

The differences on scales did not hide the Male and female Venomancers that approached me. Yuri pinched me on the hip, turning my attention to her. "This is the Head wizard and Head Researcher of the Venomancer's top Wizard tower." I nodded to Yuri, and I stepped forward, holding out a hand.

To Venomancers Shaking hands became an entirely new thing. For other species, it was a simple greeting. For Venomancers who could secretly poison people through their pores in their bodies, it became a symbol of trust and greeting. The last thing it could be was a show of fearlessness. It all depended on the situation and the person doing it. This still rose the Scaled eyebrows on both the approaching Venomancers.

"Greetings Ambassador Chelsea." The man's voice purred out. It was surprising how enchanting and smooth it sounded. "I am the Head researcher of Poison tower, Marcus Bloodthorn." He said as he took my hand, shaking it firmly.

The woman stepped up and took my hand after his with a large smile. "I am the Head Wizard of Poison tower, Ivy Silverleaf." She said, also shaking my hand. "I have heard much about your exploits. Not just in Alchemy," She finished her greeting, looking at the women behind me.

"That compliment means a lot Ivy," I said, addressing the superior between the two. "Your tower makes the best poisons in the world, and I will not deny that poisons do not fascinate me. I am not a Venomancer though and cannot study it without the extreme risk involved though." I stated truthfully.

"That risk seems to mean little to someone who produced a Poison Enhancer potion," She said with a wry smile. "That potion comes with risks even for our Alchemists to produce. We were simply amazed at the sight of it."

I smiled, knowing I finally had Venomancers willing to talk to me on more friendly terms after this potion production. "I have been fascinated with the Potioneering side of Alchemy for the early years of my life. I just came back from my journey and hoped that I could get back to some of my favorite hobbies with Enchanting and Alchemy when things come back down. There is so much I have yet to explore." I said modestly.

"Yes, I have heard that you just came back from a journey. Tell me, is it true that you survived on the Elven forest floor for over a year?" She asked curiously.

"Absolutely true. It was a staggering two years before we found an elven couple who showed us the way to Elven Forest city. It was a humbling experience that trained me a lot in combat. We are just lucky not to encounter anything that was out of reach for us." I finished politely understating some of the problems we went through.

"That does not make it any less of an achievement. The Elves have a point when it comes to Monsters being part of our world, but I believe they have let the problem grow too large." She countered, and I didn't know how to handle this branch of the conversation. The Venomancer looked behind me with a smile. I Realized she wanted some of my women to react, but each kept a calm temper looking at the Venomancer with gentle smiles. I could feel the dislike, though.

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