IC: Ez was just about to flatly say 32k, but then was stuck by the thought that it could easily spell the end of this auction for him. Hesitantly, Ez raised his hand and quite simply said "32," and then lowered his hand. 'I might be able to sell it off to someone, or just sell enough slogs to make at least some of this money back. You gotta spend money to make money!" he thought, trying to eradicate his doubts. 'What if that glukkon bids even more? I could really use this slog hut, he's not getting it. Wait a second... I'll just...' he thought as he silently slipped a small insect-like ceature down the glukkon's back. Almost giggling with content, he tried to keep a straight face.
OOC: For those who cannot tell, I have just sabotaged Gobrak, by slipping a bug down his neck, hopefully distracting him long enough.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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