i'll go up first. you'll enter from below- he addresses wink, an eight-foot tall troll with grey skin and a huge scar over his left, empty, eye socket. his right hand is missing and he sports a heavy iron mace instead. a plume of breath escapes from his brutish mouth.
and remember wink-
a silent human- almost as good as a dead one.
lost- ? not at all. forgotten by you perhaps, but very much alive.
shall we just say that i am the rightful owner of this piece? he seizes the artifact. the auctioneer grabs a phone and hits a button.
may this remind you all why you once feared the dark.  a multitude of eyes glint in the darkness, rows and rows of tiny teeth shine greedily. they lunge at camera.