Valon schooled his features to show nothing, even though his heart was racing. He had seen Bram, it didn’t mean the cyborg would help him, the man was a pirate after all…and Valon…Valon wasn’t the man he once was either.

Looking up again he saw that not only had the other man stopped once seeing him, but he was working his way into the crowd. Valon gasped softly his mask slipping for a moment as he heard Bram’s voice offer up 200 credits.

The auctioneer was nearly bouncing on his heels. “200 credits…do I hear 225!? 225 from Lord Jeron…250, 250? do I hear anyone for 250?”

The noble was watching the cyborg as well, he hadn’t missed the look the slave had given the other man. The slave would not be escaping him, Lord Jeron always got what he wanted. He made his way over to the slightly swaying man. “It would be wise for you to not waste your time, Pirate. I want this slave and I can afford to pay any price.”