Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, found Kelly finishing up with putting up her tent. He felt a bit guilty that he had left her to it whilst he had been fucking Rama, but he comforted himself that he had needed to do it in order to earn their right to stay. Yes, that was definitely it.
The beautiful militiawoman saw him approach and smiled. "Ah, there you are, Jeffrey. I'm just about ready here, but unfortunately you don't have time to help. Olig needs you right away."
Jeffrey groaned. Olig was the second-in-command here in the camp, and the dwarf also was in charge of the sentry roster. Part of his deal with Rama was that he and Kelly would take their turns at the perimeter.
"I need to put my tent up..." he started.
Kelly giggled. "Not this again, Jeffrey. Did you learn nothing last night? You'll be sharing mine. No arguments." She winked at him, then gestured for him to hurry. "Now go!"
He shook his head with amusement and left, seeking out Olig. The dwarf smiled at him sarcastically as he approached.
"Not too good for sentry duty then, sir knight?" he said with obvious glee.
"Not at all, sir. Now, where am I to be posted?" Sir Jeffrey responded as politely as he could.
Jeffrey's cheerful disposition clearly took the dwarf aback. The man was obviously expecting Jeffrey to be surly and had taken great delight in the prospect of that.
"Er, over there," he said, hurriedly pointing out one corner of the camp. "Stay until you're relieved."
Jeffrey watched as the dwarf hurried off and smiled to himself. His show of happiness had confused Olig and so it was with surprising cheer that Jeffrey took his place at the edge of the camp.
He did not think he was too good for sentry duty, that much was true. He did however think that he was too good to be doing sentry duty for a band of treasure hunters that he had nothing in common with. Still, his responsibilities as a Knight of the Land sometimes meant he ended up doing strange things.
After he had been standing there for a few hours he had grown very bored indeed. Nothing was happening and the camp was fairly quiet. Jeffrey judged that there were about fifteen members of the Lockbreaker guild.
He sighed, staring out into the forest. Suddenly a voice spoke behind him.
"Enjoying yourself?"
He turned to the voice and had to stifle a gasp. A beautiful young woman in her early-twenties stood there. Her long red hair fell straight to her shoulders and she regarded him with seductive amber eyes. She stood about 5'1" tall and wore ornate blue robes, which were studded with gems and cut in a deep V to reveal an expanse of wonderful cleavage. Jeffrey guessed she was some sort of mage, but what really caught his attention were the long pointed ears that rose from her lustrous red hair. An elf!
He shook his head to clear his mind and then smiled at the woman. "Should I be?"
She laughed, then came to stare out into the forest next to him. "Probably not. At least, I know I don't have fun when it's my go." She looked at him and grinned. "Though, I admit, it's rarely my go. Rama keeps me off sentry duty since I tend to get tetchy."
"Tetchy?"
"Indeed," the woman replied. "And a tetchy wizard is not something a leader wants around her camp." The beautiful elf turned to him and offered a hand. "I am Issara. And you?"
"Sir Jeffrey Trailson," he responded with a bow. "I did not expect to see an elf here."
"Most people don't. I like that. It makes me unusual." She flashed him another playful smile. "And I did not expect to see a Knight of the Land."
Suddenly someone shouted and Issara sighed. She called to them and then turned back to Jeffrey.
"Unfortunately, I am needed. The magic of this tower won't investigate itself. It was nice meeting you, Sir Jeffrey Trailson. Tell me, what are you doing when your sentry duty has finished?"
"I was planning to sleep, since it will be late," he said. "Why?"
"It's not often I meet someone here who isn't a crass treasure hunter," she smiled. "Perhaps you can join me in my tent for tea tomorrow morning?"
He nodded. "That sounds nice. I will."
"Then I look forward to it."
After she had left, the rest of the afternoon and evening passed without incident. Eventually Jeffrey was relieved around the eleventh bell after many hours and he trudged back towards Kelly's tent. Standing there all day had left him tired and now he wanted to sleep. Unfortunately he was also the bearer of bad news as he had to tell Kelly that her night shift was due to start.
When he reached the tent he lifted the flap and stepped inside. Kelly was lying beneath the covers that she had spread out over the cushions on the floor of the tent. It looked quite comfortable.