"The contract will be in your keeping, to do with as you see fit," Cylon assures him.

Kreyu climbs back onto 'Sokratis's shoulder, if only to keep from putting her claws into Cylon.

The bidding is brisk, Cylon's greed pushing him forward, but they do settle on a price for both contracts after a while.

Cylon reaches to clasp Skellig's forearm to seal the deal. "You are a canny bidder my friend, but these two will serve you well, whatever use you would put them to."