miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
miles, ari, & damia: the front
Arielle was trading verbal jabs with the noblewoman, perfect parries and ripostes, so Miles took the opportunity to wander down the length of the table as if browsing. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d been watching Damia playing the role of aloof, unfazed guard. “You could have been a bit more helpful,” he whisper out of the corner of his mouth. “That is what you’re being paid for, yes? As a guard?”
But before she could scoff back, the announcer at the front of the room cleared his voice, summoning everyone’s attention to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen! After that short break we’re about to resume our bidding, now on lot #20, a fine vase from the Sako Islands…”
Their ears pricked, the whole room swiveled, and they all started clustering back to the rows and rows of chairs, coughing and clearing throats and finding seats with paddles firmly in hand. The ‘married couple’ made sure to snag a pair by the side of the aisle, close enough to Damia’s station and within clear eyeshot of the guards’ side door.