Cynthia shivered as her captor called her name. She responded hesitantly, "no...i am fine, thank you very much.." she said sassy. She hated this whole ordeal from the start. Sure she was calm and collective at first, but she had hoped to win over these pigs by gifts and making them her personal slaves. She would've treated them fairly, after crudely teaching them their place. Now, she was back to where she started. No... now it was even worse, she had made them immortal. A gift only immortals can give to a soul. Now they speak of making the girls siblings also immortal. "no...." she mumbled off quietly to herself.<br/><br/>Damain smirks widely, a key trait of his. He was always grinning or smiling and it was always the same. "well, they sound great." he paused and thought to himself. "how old are they both? i assume the closest village to here, is Brightwall...not the greatest city with the slums.."<br/>He knew Brightwall fairly well from rumors. Though they were just rumors, they all had pointed the same thing. The poor were poor, and the rich were rich. There was a middle class, but it often transitioned to poor.<br/>He decided, from that moment, that he would aid Tsubaki in helping with her sisters. He had finished his breakfast and set his bowl with the spoon inside, aside. "time to pack...." He stood and walked around the small room of the tent. He packed away stray clothes and the blankets they had slept on the night before.