I Am The Strongest In All of Xadia!

Cooperation

[Dungeons of Katolis]

The dungeons were silent. The only thing that could be heard were the swaying of chains and the creaking of bars. Soon, there was a sound of footsteps on the stone, approaching quickly. King Harrow was walking down the steps to the dungeon with Lord Viren and a guard who had assisted with the capture of a creature earlier that morning. He was speaking to a guard about the most recent addition. "So, you're telling me that he isn't human or an elf?"

The guard continued his stone cold look forward as he walked. "He's not like anything that we've seen before. He did refer to himself as Lord, so he must come from a position of power."

Viren rushed in a quick question to the guard before he arrived. "When he was captured, did harm anyone on the way?"

The guard shook his head. "No, sir."

Harrow looked a bit shocked at this information. "Why is he sitting in the dungeon?"

The guard seemed to look a bit away. "We deemed him to be a threat to you."

Harrow now stood in front of the cell door. "I will be the judge of that."

King Harrow pushed open the door and was stunned at what he saw. He saw a purple creature, sitting on the bed he was provided. He had a long tail and white carapace armor that seemed to be growing out of his body. On his feet were only 3 toes and in the middle of his head seemed to be a crystal of some kind. He then spoke. "Is this how you treat guests seeking help?"

Harrow had been staring and cleared his throat. "I beg your pardon?"

The creature stood up to look Harrow in the eyes. They were red and appeared to be staring into his very soul. "I asked if this is how you treat guests seeking help."

Harrow concealed the fear he was feeling from standing in front of him. "My apologies. I was not made aware that you were seeking help. What was your name?"

The creature cocked his head. "Were you not told? I am Lord Cooler. I asked to see you directly."

Harrow bowed his head in respect of being in front of someone who was in a position of power. "My apologies, Lord Cooler. What kind of help were you seeking?"

Cooler gave a semi-hoarse laugh. "I don't know if you can see, but I am very much worse for wear. I seek a place to rest and recover, as much as it pains me to ask."

Harrow smiled at Cooler. "We can arrange for you to stay in the palace and I will make sure that you are tended to."

Cooler raised a "brow" at the statement a bit suspicious. "What's the catch?"

Harrow understood Cooler's skepticism. Normally, someone would want something in return. "I ask for nothing in return. When you eventually recover, you can continue to stay here or you can leave."

Cooler seemed to accept this answer. He then reached his hand out for a handshake. "Alright then, I accept."

King Harrow smiled and shook Cooler's hand. "I hope you enjoy your stay here."

[Timeskip]

Cooler was inside of a very nice room. It had a bookshelf, a personal mirror, and a large bed. Primitive. Cooler was sitting on his bed clenching his fists. "How embarrassing. Stooping as low as to interact with these lowlifes."

Cooler stopped clenching his fists and laid down on his bed. "What would father say about this?"