“I don’t jest about these things; I am offering you some form of asylum here. You seem like a good knight with a lot of skill and unused potential. I don’t know your story, but if you served a king, he was a fool to lose you. You weren’t even afraid to stand up to me despite the odds; that’s a good quality, if not foolish. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say. So yes, I am offering what you think I am, regardless of our past and what you have said. Others have spoken to me far worse, and my people have endured just as much.”
The king downs his glass of mead. He began craving a little something the snack on with his drink, but he had brought nothing with him. Keen senses were on alert for a small prey item to pass by, be it a bird or a rodent.
“You do not need to decide now, but the offer is there if you want purpose again. Xandora has its fair share of crime. Brigands and outlaws and much of that sort of thing. Low grade antics that a knight can surely handle. The only obstacle is whether you want to serve a monster, like myself.”