Crusader King

"You have to take a shower, or at least try to scrub off al the filth that's on your body. It's just not healthy to live like that, even for beings of our level, or, I guess, for beings of your level, seeing as you are quite a bit more powerful than me. Also, you reek as if you hadn't showered in months, it'd also be bad if some monster with a powerful nose came around and killed us because you smell like that, or, to be honest, the monster might die instead, seeing as to how badly you smell right now."

This, the audacity of the archer in front of him, not the fact that he was just assaulted on a basic level that was shared among all species he knew of, the smell of ones body being assaulting to other members of the same species, no, the simple fact that the archer which had started speaking in a careful and worried manner had instead turned his speech into.. this, that was what baffled Cades.

Not to say that he didn't understand, indeed he himself had wished for a bath as well, after all, before he was at least protected by his clothes, but now those clothes consisted of basically nothing more than rags, barely covering anything, though he had been careful to not leave the private parts exposed, for his own and others comfortability.

But he knew how he must've smelled, of course he knew, to his own and others misfortune this species which he was currently stuck as had something called a nose mounted to their heads, and, he, himself, also desperately wanted to get clean, though right now he would prefer a river or something, instead of being bombarded by some active of that archer in front of him.

The archer wearing a white robe..

And at that moment something in his mind rang a bell, a bell as loud as a gunshot, a gunshot so violent that it almost made his eyes bleed from seeing it, the archer had normal clothes AND a robe, a white robe, that be that as it may, could be worn by Cades to at least slightly cover himself instead of being presented to the whole abyss filled with that never-moving suns light.

So, feeling a slight tint of thankfulness rising up in the deepest darkest depths of his soul and mind he opened his mouth, intending to ask, or rather, force the archer to give him his robe, unless, of course, he somehow required it to stay alive or something of the likes.

"If you may, could you perhaps give me that robe of yours, I'm sure you know why."

The archer, stopping for a second, pulled the robe, or rather cloak-like robe over his head ang gave it to Cades without a hint of reluctance, something that did quite surprise Cades in this instance.

However, rather than complaining he pulled the robe over his head as fast as he could, still not entirely trusting the archer and making sure that he wouldn't attack Cades out of nowhere while he was finally getting to wear clothes again.

Though, to be entirely honest, with how happy Cades had been at that moment it would've perhaps not been such a bad death at all, no, perhaps it would've been a good one even.

A wise man, or maybe woman, Cades wasn't certain of that, once said the following - ' One only truly appreciates thing once one loses them, or has lost them.'