The day had been a long one. Long and oh sooo dull. Stand here. Pose there. Don't touch this. Don't look at that. The youthful appearing figure was more than a little tired of the meaningless excercizes. But to his dismay, not only was every one of his abilities nullified in this awful and loud place, but the chains constricted his every movement. His long white hair fell limp in a silken wave down his back, framing an oddly feminine face for one his age. Delicate blue tracings decorated the left side of his snowy white face, as natural to him as stripes to a tiger. 

A white cloth was wrapped in a toga style around a slender frame, which seemed to be the only object the creature had in his possession. His feet were bare, and not one trinket adorned the lightly crafted form other than what looked like a plain crystaline teardrop ornament around his neck. Chains held him by ankle and wrist, limiting his movement as he was finally prodded onto the stage to be gawked at and eventually sold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, noble patrons of all walks." He heard the auctioneer begin as he stared distantly over the lingering crowd. "We have today a youthful and mischeivious tidbit that is rumored to have originated from the lands of the North. A frostling by local lore. Impervious to the cold, and heals swift and clean from most wounds in days. While he appears not quite twenty, his bones have lived this world well over a century, and is rumored to be expected to live quite a few more. And while the exact number of times he has changed hands is unrecorded, he is still an unbroken spirit, used over the years for pleasure and as a pet."

frost raised an eyebrow as he noticed that the auctioneer forgot to mention his last master, whom was responcible for his present boredom. Or of the incident with the lich. or the various misplaced spell vials. it seemed they wanted to try to keep news of that fiasco down. Ah well, what happened would happen. It would probably be better than standing around here all day.

"Do I hear 50,000 for the creature?" the auctioneer continued, searching the crowd with his puffy, beady little eyes.