Shin.

You wanted to buy yourself a fairy warrior. Looking around the market and seeing the poor little fairies languishing in cages, you walked to the far counter. There was a single warrior fairy for sale. He was missing one wing - like all the servant fairies, because humans took their wings so that they could not escape.

You asked the seller for the price.

• All he does is call passers-by names. The merchant answered discontentedly.
• You better get out of here.

But you really liked him. You looked at him for a long time until you suddenly heard his voice.

Shawl: Scarecrow... buy me.

Without thinking, you handed the gold coin to the merchant and bought the fairy warrior named Shawl.

He was very rough, but as soon as you squeezed his only wing in the bag tighter, he would twitch painfully.

As he left the tent, he looked at you and asked in a cold, stern tone:

Shawl: Aren't you afraid of me, scarecrow?