Apparently she'd hit a sore spot because Mathemanic snorted, visibly angry, and snapped, "You have no idea." He held up a finger as he drained his glass then turned to the bartender for another. Once he'd secured that, he continued what was sure to be a rant. "A couple times back I was this close-" his finger and forefinger demonstrated. "To getting a really choice sword. Supposed to be all mythical. And another guy swoops in and just knocks everybody off the board. That's not the spirit of the thing! What's the point of a bidding war if someone is just going to crap all over it?"