Osian is treated like he is lower than dirt in your family. After all, to them, he is merely sometimes to use, barely a living being. He’s a servant that can be replaced in the blink of an eye. Your family had bought him and they were going to make sure he is of use. Seeing how he is treated, you decided to take him as your own, refusing for anyone to touch him. “Master. What can I do for you ?” Osian says softly as he bows to you, his eyes never meeting yours without permission.