"I am the wings of despair. I am the breath of ruin. I am the fell dragon, Grima. Pay me the respect I am due, and I promise you a painless death." Grima stands on top of the summoning platform in front of Kiran, the newly summoned hero grinning.
"Finally, you're here!" Kiran exclaims. "Welcome to the Order of Heroes!" Kiran smiles at Grima, the dragon now scowling.
"You…" Grima steps down from the summoning platform, sauntering towards Kiran. "You were the commander during our battle." Grima stands before Kiran, his hand forcefully placed around Kiran's neck. "Now answer me, where is the Exalt?" Grima interrogates.
Kiran continues smiling, his eyes looking at anything but Grima's face. "You're not allowed to hurt anyone in the Order of Heroes. And that especially-" The hand on Kiran's neck squeezes tighter.
"And why does a lowly human such as yourself believe to hold any power over me?" Grima pauses, "If you wish for a painless death, tell me where the exalt is."
Kiran stares directly at Grima. "No," Kiran says with a smile on his face.
"Then suffer the consequences." Placing both hands on Kiran's neck, Grima tightens his grip. Or at least tries to, his hands refusing to comply. Summoning purple spikes from the ground, Grima aims them towards Kiran. Grima happily smiles at the summoner's body being pierced to shreds until the spikes seem to warp around Kiran.
"Why don't I show you around?" Kiran cheerfully smiles, beckoning his hand to Grima. He walks away from Grima, the jutting spikes dissipating as Kiran nears them. Stopping before the ornate wooden door, Kiran turns around expectantly.
"You. What have you done to me?" Grima strides towards Kiran and stops when he's right in front of Kiran.
"I summoned you. So now you must obey my orders until I release you from your contract. Most people are nice enough to not need it but there are some exceptions. Do you understand?" Kiran holds his hands behind his back.
"I refuse to take orders from a mere human," protests Grima, his face scowling.
"Would you like to follow me, so I can give you a tour?" Kiran outstretches his hand towards Grima. Grima remains infuriated, ignoring Kiran. Withdrawing his hand, Kiran sighs. "Follow me for your tour." Kiran pushes the grand doors opens, revealing the ornate castle hallways. Kiran leads the way. Grima continues to stand in place until his feet begin to move on their own, now following Kiran.
"I'll keep it short for today. I know this place seems confusing at first but eventually you'll get used to it." Kiran leads Grima down the hall, several portraits of the Askrian royal family hanging. Taking a right at the end of the hallway, the sounds of weapons and shouting start to sound and only get louder as they make their way closer. The hall ends, leading to a short walkway which in turn leads to the sparring area.
"Here is where people spar but we're gonna have to skip it for today. Next is the mess hall, it's not too far from here." Kiran turns around, walking back to where they just came from; at the original intersection, Kiran continues going straight and makes a right near the end of this hall.
"Here's the mess hall but I'll have food delivered to your room for today. I'll show you your room and that'll be all for today. They're kinda far from here but it's not too bad." Kiran once again leads Grima, this time with multiple turns, the decorations blurring together. It's not until what seems like fifty turns that Kiran stops.
"This is my room if you need me for anything." Kiran points towards the left, a small wooden table holding a light blue vase filled with white tulips. Pointing to the right, directly across from their door, Kiran speaks up, "And this is your room. You won't have a roommate, so you'll be right across from me."
"Fine. Are we done with this pointless tour?" Grima taps his foot impatiently until Kiran hands him his key.
"If there's nothing you need then I guess that's it." Grima opens his door, hand ready to slam it closed until Kiran speaks up again.
"Oh, what would you like for dinner, since it's your first day?"
"I don't require any of your human food." Grima opens his door, slamming it shut as he enters. A muffled "I'll bring some snacks." sounds from out the door. Scanning the entire room, Grima finds that there's only a plain bed and desk, a trash can beside the desk. The rest of the room barren except for an empty bookshelf along with a closet. Grima walks to the desk, checking its drawers to only find that they're even emptier than the room. "Damn humans; worms, all of them." Grima inspects the closet as well, seeing that the only clothes available are the ones he's wearing. Going to the bed, situated in the middle of the back wall, Grima flops onto it, the bed slightly shaking in response. Losing the sense of time, whether a minute passed or an hour, Grima doesn't know. But a knock resounds through the room.
"May I come in?"
"That damn human," Grima mutters. "Enter." Grima gets up, sitting on his new bed.
"You said you didn't want anything, so I brought a variety of things for you to try." Kiran enters with a tray on each hand and places it on the desk. "Sorry for kicking your door. So, what do you wanna try first?"
"I don't require any of your human sustenance." Grima remains seated on his bed.
"Maybe so, but you might like it. Try a cupcake, it's chocolate with a strawberry filling." Kiran gently grabs a cupcake and places it on a porcelain plate, both courtesy of the Askrian royal kitchen; then places it beside Grima. Kiran then grabs one for himself, carefully unwrapping it and taking small bites. Grima stares at him and then looks at his plate.
"I refuse to eat your stupid food." Grima smacks the plate off his bed, the porcelain shattering into tens of tiny pieces; the cupcake frosting lightly smeared on the floor.
"Hey, if you didn't want to eat then don't. You don't have to throw it on the floor." Kiran sighs and leaves the room.
"Finally, that worm leaves." Before Grima can lie back down, Kiran enters the room, this time with a broom and pan. Kiran heads towards the mess, and picks up the cupcake, throwing it into the trash. Sweeping the broken porcelain onto the pan, Kiran dumps that into the trash can as well.
"You can eat the rest of the food if you want but I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow to talk about some rules. You're not allowed to hurt anyone without my explicit permission and you're not allowed to leave the castle grounds without my permission either," Kiran commands. Grima snarls in response, his fangs and sharp teeth exposed, but doesn't say anything. Kiran leaves the room once again, leaving Grima alone.