Edric Vanyan
The Historian King
Arthur sat back in his chair, glass still in hand while he watched those that had been in the auction house clear out, though his eyes were drawn to someone in particular. A Pale skinned woman, of white hair and orange eyes, one @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] who seemed more dead than alive as she stood there. Directing his thoughts to her, a technique he only knew just barely so that subtle communication like this could be received by his target but nothing more. 'Miss, do you mind if we could converse, im in the back booth in the corner of the establishment.' His hands worked though to archive his winnings and count up the items that had become his over the week, perhaps he could sell the Dark Harvester ship at a later time, it wasn't something that he truly needed and could fetch a pretty price.