Sir Jameson pet the scales of his dragon. the poor creature lied sick and dying, those damn orcs and their damn poison. luckily though Sir Jameson knew which poison they used, Hemlock, and the Hemlock plant only grows in one valley. while the roots were quite poisonous the leaves seamed to counter act the effects. Jameson had no wish to travel halfway across the nation without a dragon, but he also couldn't let his dragon die he wouldn't be much of a dragon knight without one. His companion would be safe here in Dragon's Rest the keep that holds a the base for his order, the dragon keepers however grim would ensure it. he spent the afternoon preparing for his journey. Thankfully hemlock is a slow acting poison although it almost cripples whoever consumes it while it take its effects.
At first light Sir Jameson set out. He never liked horses and when he's without his dragon he would prefer to go on foot but he wished for speed. the thought of his friend in pain any longer pained him. He rode through the farmlands with little problem there was little in this land save bandits here and there. farmers. there farms. and their daughters. Any other time he would have stopped to see a farmers daughter. oh how those wild girls love to ride you in the hay lofts. almost like a horse their tits bouncing as they reach climax. Their screams were so sweet that you wish their parents could hear it from the house. not that they would do anything about it, no one would dare go up against a dragon knight, not anyone with brains that is. Maybe he would pay a lucky girl a visit tonight, the sun began to set and there was one more farm left before the Forrest. He wished for speed but knew that going into the Forrest at night would do more harm than good.
The knight walked up to the door and knocked. A moment later an old man opened the door.
"Yes? Who comes knocking on my door at this late hour? we're about to begin dinner don't you know." The old man's voice was raspy, and he was hunched over. According to the fresh grass stains on his knees he still gets out in the field either out of stubbornness, as is often the case with farmers, or because he has no sons to take over. The knight knew how to charm farmers as they were suckers for tradition. he removed his helmet and bowed his head.
"Please forgive me for my intrusion, but I am a knight and I'm on a quest and my journey has brought me far. I ask that I might stay in your barn tonight?" He knew that it was best to exaggerate his mission without giving away to many details. He found that the older common folk enjoy the glamour,
"Oh. Oh. A knight! yes yes of course my barn is open to you. Please please come in. My daughter was just about done with dinner. Sheppard's pie I'm afraid." Jameson walked into the kitchen and found an extremely attractive girl setting the table. He guessed early 20's she had long blonde hair braided yet still going halfway down her back with bright blue eyes. her white woven top was cropped just above her belly button and the shoulders were cut off and a thin red lace held it together in a bow on her back. and her skirt was a rich scarlet red with white trim stopping the skirt about mid thigh. with red socks going to her knees and red boots. "Set another plate out girl. We have a knight joining us tonight."
He bowed his head. "I don't mean to intrude."
"Of course not. knights are often blessing when they visit." the girl said as she gave a lust filled look over the knight. "my name is Jen."