Re: Main Auction Room
Stefan had to laugh when the auctioneer boasted that the wereram's virtues lay with his wool. Rams were practically extinct, and this one was young, and attractive.
He noticed the blonde--she was vaguely familiar--and he hid his smile at her behavior. He didn't have anything against the girl, but buying a wereram might almost be enough to distract Damon from his other purchase.
"Five hundred," he announced, his tone bored, almost distracted.