[Raril's Auction]

Raril catches the knives and extingushes the flames before sliding them away again. He steps down and buttons up his waistcoat as he walks over to Junior. The drow raises a white eyebrow at the drorf, not understanding the intention behind that grin. He wasn't worried, though, the auction had rules.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Don't think you can tell me to give you free drinks all night, though!" Raril jokes, chuckling.