You approach your recently bought slaves. Kabukimono was trembling and hiding behind Wanderer, clinging tightly to him and whimpering. Scaramouche was glaring at you with venomous hatred while Wanderer was acting disinterested, though attempting to hide Kabukimono from your gaze. None of them said anything for a long moment until you hear a small, shaky voice speak from behind Wanderer.

"P-Please… Don't hurt us, master." Kabukimono pleads quietly; a tears forming in the corners of his eyes.