"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.'
Indeed, Cades thought, that claim was true.
To Cades the cloak felt better than any one piece of clothing he had ever worn before, though its fabric was indeed very rough, dirty and simply unhygienic, he didn't care, he was simply happt to not walk around naked.
After a short time of looking at the cloak which was now covering almost his entire body he found some buttons on the lower side and closed them after finding a hole for his arms that was equipped with sleeves, a luxury Cades had missed so much.
And shortly thereafter he was covered once more, though he would have to wash the cloak as soon as he got to a river, or any place with water truly.
Once he got there he would first celebrate and try scrubbing the filth off of himself by his own power, and after that didn't work, which it won't, he'll power-wash the filth off of himself and the cloak using his magic.
But, rather than thinking about that he looked at the archer, he was clad in a suit that resembled a utility belt, mostly light grey with some other lighter colours mixed in, for the most part brown and white, if those could even be called colours.
He looked ghostly pale with all the light colours, so much so that one could've almost thought he had one of those magical sicknesses that made one allergic to the sunlight, such as the Jianhu-curse.
Other than that there was something peculiar.
Cades was certain that the archer had worn a light plated armor when he had first looked at his unconscious body, once with elegant straps that fit him perfectly, well as perfectly as they can fit when one gets transformed into a different species.
... Actually... no.. they DID fit perfectly, even though he had been turned into a member of a different sepcies.
"I take it that that plated armor you wore during our first battle is one of your actives ?"
Cades hadn't really thought about asking that, it had just blurted out of him, but the archer smiled and simply nodded, a gesture that was spread far and wide among many varying species for some reason.
The two continued walking for quite some time, often talking about different things, such as their home worlds, though mainly just Cades own home, the archer didn't want to talk anymore and Cades quite liked thinking about the past, or at least the good part of his past, however distant they may seem now.
And after they talked for quite some time, both now having dried out mouths, they finally arrived at the end of the onyx chain which they had been walking along all this time.