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

Eyla looks up at her sister with pleading eyes, tears forming in the corners of them. She shivers slightly as she tries to comfort herself against Kay's arm. Despite this, Kay doesn't relent. Her grip on the knife tightens, ready to defend her little sister at all costs

Kay: "No! We don't trust you!"

"Wait!" Eyla cries out, her voice hoarse from disuse. She slowly inches away from her sister, still frightened but perhaps a glimmer of hope in those big doe eyes. Kay hesitates for a moment before loosening her hold on the knife and taking a step back.

Eyla: "P-Please... we just want to go home..."

Kay glances at her sister before looking back to you warily. "We... we don't have a home anymore," she whispers, tears starting to streak down her dirty face. "What do you want from us?" Eyla asks quietly, gazing up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

Their trust in you hangs in the balance as they wait for your reply.

Both sisters exchange confused glances at your words. "Homework?" Eyla whispers uncertainly. Kay narrows her eyes, suspicion still clear in her gaze. "What's the catch?" she demands hoarsely.

Kay glances at her sister once more before sighing heavily and lowering the makeshift knife. "Fine," she says, grudgingly. Eyla looks up at Kay with a mixture of relief and hope in her eyes before turning to you. "We'll help you," she offers quietly, taking a tentative step forward.

Their wariness remains, but they seem willing to trust you... for now.

Kay shakes her head, looking confused. "No... what's that?" she asks warily. Eyla frowns, not understanding the term either, but she trusts Kay to help you as much as possible. "I don't know either..." she says softly, hesitating for a moment before adding, "But I can try and learn if it will help you."

Their curiosity is piqued, but their caution remains.

Kay wrinkles her nose in concentration before finally shrugging. "I don't know how to do that..." She glances at Eyla, who looks equally confused. "Sorry..."

"I'm sorry," Eyla whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she bows her head in shame. "We never learned that... we didn't think they would teach us stuff like that..." She looks up at you with wide eyes, uncertain what to make of your question.

"Well," begins Kay slowly, trying to recall anything they might have learned in the past, "We know how to add, subtract, multiply... divide too, I guess. We did learn about fractions and decimals, but not much beyond that..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she tries to remember more.

Eyla nods in agreement, looking slightly less frightened now that they seem to be making some progress with you. "Yeah," she says softly, "We can do those things... I think."

"Eleven times eleven is one hundred twenty-one," Kay replies promptly, surprising herself as much as you with the answer. Eyla looks up at her sister with awe before turning back to you. "Yeah... that's right." Her voice is still soft, but she seems more confident now.

They seem eager to impress you and prove their worth, even in this small way.

Kay snorts softly at your remark. "Well, we know some stuff," she says modestly. "But it's not like we're mathematicians or anything." She glances at Eyla, who is watching you with big eyes, hopeful that you'll think they're clever. "We just did what the teachers told us to do in class... we didn't really have a choice."

Eyla nods, her tail swishing nervously behind her. "Yeah..."