My face that had been glaring up until now was saying sorry while covered in tears and mucus.
"You went too far, Alcedo. We're gonna sell him after this, what if he gets injured."
"He'll be fine. If it's just this kind of injury, he'll be back to normal once he gets healed by a magician at the slave trader. In fact, should I break his legs too so he doesn't run away?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!"
"Tch, so noisy. Shut up. You only got some fingerbones broken. This is why brats are…. If you understand, quietly listen to what we say."