FOR SALE: Doron's Mistake

[Danuvis]

A sketch of an impressive set of armour, mentioned to be of dwarven craft, is attached to the noticeboard outside of Sarshel's gates as well as the boards of reputable inns and taverns, immaculate and elegant handwriting detailing the magical properties and quality of the piece in question. A concise message reads at the bottom; "No fewer than thirty three halanth, bidding is encouraged. If interested in further details, seek out Thalric Cadell, Seeker of Knowledge, staying at Jezebel's."

Spoiler:

[Silver Snow]

Lucien Castell would take a close look at the armor and the description. He would write a simple note under the most prominent notice:
Lucien Castell - 33 Halanth

[Hagra]

Boots clomp on by the notice board, followed by a sudden gasp!

The clomping returns! There is another, much louder gasp!

The buyer is quick to make a note of 34 silver for the fine suit of light armor. A big red heart surrounds the offer too!

The clomping resumes its trek down the cobbled street.

[Ataraxia]

A note was added by an eastern warrior with an offer of two balan, or fourty halanth.

[Kerstman]

Unger snorts while reading the notice. He keeps his opinions to himself, but shall keep track of the auction until it is concluded who shall be person to have this suit.

[OldBear]

Other mysterious figures operating out of the alleys and byways around the city also take note of the auction. A quick strike and such funds might become their own.

[Danuvis]

After several days, the notice is taken down along with the offers, no doubt purchased by one of the bidders. When, where, or between who the trade occured, however, is anyone's guess.