Just outside Cloud Temple, a peculiar stage has been set up. Banners of blue and gold, bearing a a large sigil of the Arcane Delvers line the sides of the podium. The small clinking of iron-toed boots can be heard, as a beautiful high-elf wearing an eye-patch and delver robes ascends the podium.
With a wave of her hand, another delver blows a loud horn, attracting the attention of any in the area. Eventually, a crowd begins to form, regarding a rumor of "Infinite Power" that seems to be on the tip of every attendant's tongue.
The woman views this crowd with a small smile. Sliding her Delicate hands to lightly grip the edge of the podium, she begins to speak.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Dwarves and Elves and Humans alike. Today, I have on sale what might arguably be the most valuable artifact that any of you shall ever lay eyes on."
The woman turns and waves her hand to a curtain behind her which begins to open of it's own accord. The curtain reveals an incredibly secure cauldron covered with an iron lid. Chains surround it the object, wrapping around the cauldron itself, and chained to the very woodwork the stage is based on. Upon a cursory inspection, it also seems to be releasing a small stream of steam from the edges of the lid.
"Today, I bring you an Infinite source of power."
With these words, four rather burly delvers begin undoing the chains on the cauldron. They exchange slightly nervous glances as they undo the padlocks on the chains, the bindings sloughing off and hitting the podium one by one.
"There is something in this world called 'Imps.' An imp is a small elemental anomaly present in various forms throughout Anthos. Though their size is small, their ability to permanently create their respective element is practically limitless."
The woman, pausing her description, walks over to the cauldron as the Delver men remove the iron lid from it. She carefully holds a hand over the waters, and raises it upwards. From the cauldron rises a pitch-black porcelain Urn, hissing and sputtering as water on it's surface begins to evaporate.
"On auction today is the captured and contained Fire Imp. Do not let the urn fool you, it is very much alive within it's flame-resistant, alchemically treated porcelain housing."
The woman pauses a moment, before stating:
"Bidding starts at 10,000 Minas. May the best man win."
((The Arcane Delvers have indeed caught this beast and contained it in RP, and Zarsies can attest to it's validity.))