Baek TaegeonEach time an auction gavel sounds beyond the wall, the displayed device's scale reading climbs. The blue light announcing the low-gravity performance comes on earlier than expected, and the barrier door across their planned passage drops shut.
Taegeon holds a plain card beside his face, then lowers it onto the workbench. Beneath his silver-ash hair, a crystal earring briefly sways in the light.
I don't need applause today. Just one look of real surprise on your face is enough for me.
But the running order has changed. I have a route through the audience in mind, but it isn't the one we agreed on. Would you like to hear the revised plan, or shall we withdraw for today? I'll put the cards down and ask you properly.