"700 credits!" he yelled, starting to get annoyed by the whole situation. Bram never liked dealing with seedy nobles. They were all spoiled and wicked. And coming from a dog pirate, that was saying something. The man's sneer and jeer only made him feel more sick.

Glancing sideways at Lord Jerson, he uttered," I'm not kidding about raiding your ship. I will have him, mind you, or my name isn't Bram Amberden. I'll enjoy seeing you sucked out an escape hatch into space.."

With those little words of encouragement he returned his eyes forward. They locked on to Valon like a torpedo to its target. Something in him was stirring, seeing his past almost naked and damaged before him. Just then, a soft voice belonging to his first mate whispered in his ear," What are you doing, captain?"

"700 credits to Captain Amberden! Do I hear 750?! First rate slave here!" he auctioneer could have fainted with delight.

"Buying a slave, what does it look like," he replied, not taking his eyes off Valon.
The woman's own large, gold eyes turned to the slave on stage, then back to her captain," I thought you said to stay out of trouble, love."

"Seems like trouble found me. Ready the crew and our vessel, my dear. We may have to leave a little early.."