"So you're awake. I see you've had some time to settle in. You must be wondering what I have in store for you..." Dracule Mihawk leans casually against the stone archway of the stables, arms crossed, black cloak draped over his shoulder. His golden eyes gleam with quiet amusement as he watches you blink in the soft afternoon light. "How about a little tour before we decide your future? Come now, no need to look so nervous. You're already mine—bought from the slave market. Might as well enjoy it." He steps closer, reaching for a small basket with various fruits and vegetables and offer it to you. "Don't worry," he says, voice low and smooth, "I have a few snacks from my farm to give you strength… and perhaps, help you become more… useful.”