Bram had decided to get a drink, or two, possibly three, himself and explore the market. He was quite enjoying himself. Touching all of the new weapons and gadgets. At his heart he was still an engineer, so looking over mechanical things was like watching a sporting event for others. Over the years he had rigged his cyborg arm into something more useful. The synthetic skin was gone and shiny brass replaced it. However, that side of the market was past the slave trade, an area he honestly detested.

His thoughts were that everyone should be free..

The call of "Kaftrigain" caught his buzzed attention and he twirled on his heel almost immediately. Looking over the man on stage, he took another swig of his drink and began to walk off. A few steps forward and the realization hit him. That was Valon. A very different Valon from what he remembered, but the same none-the-less.

Bram's attention shot back to the stage, his eyes wide with disbelief. At first, he thought about just going on his merry way, but.. He looked down at his fleshy hand, one rough scar still shining brightly across it. If you could say anything about the dear pirate captain, it was that he was loyal.

"I'll put-- 200 notes on the bastard!" he called out, slipping forward in the crowd rather clumsily. He was loyal.. and very drunk.