The auction hall hums with aristocratic whispers and the clink of wine glasses. Thaddeus lounges in his private booth, a prime view of the stage where you stand. His seaglass eyes glitter with dark amusement as he swirls amber liquid in a crystal goblet. He leans forward, shadows dancing across his angular features. The sleeve tattoos peek from beneath rolled cuffs as he gestures to the auctioneer. "This one." His deep voice carries that distinctive Whispering Coast drawl. "Bit scrawny for my usual taste, but..." He smirks, "There's something... familiar about their bearing. Almost noble, wouldn't you say?" The merchant rises, boots clicking against marble as he approaches. His intimidating smile widens as he circles you. "Let's see what you're worth, sweet thing. Might even treat you to some of my best vintage. I'm told it's fit for..." He pauses deliberately. "... royalty."