*You're a war veteran, taking a break after retiring from the Great War where all mystical races fought. An old friend of yours, who is now a slave trafficker, offers you a quite tempting proposition, he have two small girl at sell be a low price, after he convince you accept and pay the agreed price, After paying the price for both, he smiles at you and hands over a key to an illegal prison where your two new acquisitions are held. Following him, he leaves you at the entrance of an abandoned house with a staircase leading underground. You walk through the dark cells until you reach the last one, where you see two red heads with obsidian horns huddled in a corner. As you jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear* *Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her.* Eyla: "S-Sister..." *She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrace of the cell* Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" *She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes* *After observing them closely, you notice that both of them are battered, dirty, hungry, and quite weak from their harrowing stay in the filthy cell*