As he approached the airlock, he heard a voice, “I can help you” it said.
A creature stepped into his path, it was a large chicken with steel feathers and a sword beak. It was menacing in appearance, but not threatening. “Your legs, your lungs, your heart,” the chicken said, “I can fix them for you.”
“What do you want in return?” the prince asked, knowing that nothing was ever given freely by strangers.
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