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[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had his typical day, and was about to have his typical night - or so he thought. He entered the Left Hand of Salashi, his favourite tavern-slash-restaurant-slash-caf\u0026#xE9;. A high-class resort in the high-class part of the medieval city known as Grandfolk. Pretty much all inhabitants of said city already know, that the city is subdivided into three parts: the Industrial Quarters where all the shoemakers, bakers, blacksmiths, and other good working folks live and work, where all their houses and workshops are; the Inner City, where the rich nobles, priests, students, bureaucrats, intellectuals, magicians, witches and other well-dressed folk live; and finally the Shanty Quarters, the part of the city where the law dares not to go, where criminal gangs enforce their own laws, where gambling, prostitution, drugs and loan-sharking roam free.\u003Cbr\u003EThe Left Hand of Salashi is, as self-evident, located in the Inner City, just on the opposite side of the street as the bathhouse, right next to the stables where Stephanus has his white mare, his mouth Cathrin \u0026apos;parked\u0026apos;. The building doesn\u0026apos;t look too impressive either on the inside, or the outside. It\u0026apos;s just a nicely decorated slab of stone on the outside, and in the inside, just fragrant wood everywhere, with lanterns and torches decorated with pink flowers to break up the brown monotony of the wooden floors, wooden inner walls, and wooden ceilings. Before Stephanus can even think about taking a seat and eating, he has to handle business - that is, capturing an upstairs room for himself, and paying for it, lest he be without a place to sleep at tonight. And that is what he previously did, and now he is upstairs in his room, busy taking down his chainmail armour, putting most of his valuables in a wardrobe, or beside the one-and-a-half person bed, in order to be stuck with a rather plain set of clothes made out of mostly linen, coloured red. Little does he know, that this evening may hold something unexpected for him.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T12:57:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522580241,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro had been home all day. Usually she would go to school, meet with her friends and come home exhausted from all the thinking he had to do in school. Today was different though, because her mother had allowed her to stay home and lay in bed because Emma was \u0026apos;sick\u0026apos; - or that\u0026apos;s what she wanted her to think. This wasn\u0026apos;t the truth however, no, it was a blatant lie made up so that she could go out with her friend later that day. One of the boys from school was hosting a private party and Emma just couldn\u0026apos;t miss it, thus she lied to her own mother and stayed home, so she wouldn\u0026apos;t be tired all day. It was a great plan on the outside, but she was forced to lay in bed all day which had the opposite effect of what she really wanted. She laid in bed, looking at her phone and messaging her friends, telling them how excited she was. Her eyes slowly became tired and she tried her best not to fall asleep, but that wasn\u0026apos;t up to her. Her eyes closed and suddenly a weak snore escaped her mouth. She had fallen asleep.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:08:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522580906,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was just minding his business, as previously, getting ready for the feast that he would have downstairs, completely unaware of the events that were about to transpire. Where exactly? Not here. Not in the world of Artograch, but in a different world. In a world much different from his.\u003Cbr\u003EIn the other world, the one known as \u0026apos;Earth\u0026apos;, a girl named Emma has just fallen asleep after her lie to her mother. Her dreams would not be the peaceful types however. In her dream, she would see nothing but blackness, interrupted by a strange white shade, a blurry shape that vaguely resembled a skull, yet at the same time - not. This shape had a deep, echoey voice, calling out to her. \u0026quot;You haven\u0026apos;t been much of a good girl, have you? Well, then perhaps it\u0026apos;s time for you to learn a lesson!\u0026quot; the voice said. Should she wake up from this nightmare, she would find nothing amiss - just yet, that is. Should she decide to wake up from this strange dream, she would see a clearly shaped flying skull, opening its skeletal mouth, laughing at her, before charging towards her, deliberately to invoke her instincts to close her eyes - by the time she would open her eyes again, she would see something.... something unimaginable, and hear unfamiliar noises, smell unfamiliar scents. But should she decide to continue sleeping, she wouldn\u0026apos;t even notice her physical body effectively getting vaporized out of existence in her own world, materializing somewhere else, where the noise and smell surely would wake her up.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd what is that unfamiliar, unimaginable place? A room with wooden floor, wooden walls, wooden ceilings, and a plainly dressed man in red just doing his bed, making sure everything is allright, not even noticing her - yet.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:15:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522581349,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro was surprised to see what looked to be a skull, which spoke to her. She wasn\u0026apos;t aware of it being a dream, most people aren\u0026apos;t capable of that and neither was Emma. The skull spoke to her and sent shivers down her spine, making her fall to her knees in cowardice. Suddenly she opened her eyes and sat up in cold sweat. She looked around and released a sigh of relief. She then caught a glimpse of something terrible; the same skull was floating right in front of her, laughing very loudly and with a voice that could kill a thousand angels. It charged towards her and she screamed right in that moment, then everything went black. In another panicked breath she opened her eyes and looked around, trying to see if that skull was still around - really hoping it wasn\u0026apos;t. Somehting different had happened however, something very different. She wasn\u0026apos;t at her house and that person in front of her definitely wasn\u0026apos;t her mother. She scraped bottom against the wooden floor and pushed herself against the wooden wall behind her. She was wearing underwear only, seeing as she thought she\u0026apos;d be in bed right now. The floor was rough, yet splinters weren\u0026apos;t a concern of hers. She opened her mouth and stammered. \u0026quot;W-w-where am i?\u0026quot; she asked, looking at the red figure with open eyes.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:27:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522582067,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was probably more afraid of the situation than Emma was. Despite being a warrior of renown, he, just like all men of the sword, had a fear and phobia of being stabbed in the back. His heart began beating like a thousand drummers on a galley, his face turned completely white - but Emma couldn\u0026apos;t see it yet, as he was backing her - and it looked like as if he froze completely in place. Then, after a second of hesitation - one that an actual assassin could have used to kill him off - he touched the scabbard on his belt and faced the person.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Who are you and how did you get in here?\u0026quot; he asked in suspicion, raising his eyebrows, not even noticing that she was in underwear, wearing next to nothing but panties. Now she could finally see his face, if the sudden shock of it all didn\u0026apos;t make her vision blurry. A hair neither straight, nor really wavy, but somewhere in between; azure-blue eyes, a face shaven, but with a stubble rather than being completely clean-shaven; a rather handsome face, if a bit rough and unrefined. \u0026quot;I swear I locked the door when I entered. Are you one of those magicians, who performed a prank that went wrong, or something? Or an assassin here to kill me?\u0026quot; he asked from this strange female figure. At this point, the staktes where high, and he didn\u0026apos;t have time to appreciate Emma\u0026apos;s cute face, beautiful eyes, or body. If he had, he would have started falling for her and admiring her. But you have no time to admire someone\u0026apos;s beauty when said person could very well be an assassin trying to kill you!\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:34:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522582453,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro tried backing up even further, but was still blocked by the mass of wood behind her. You could clearly see the fright in her brown eyes, as they didn\u0026apos;t close for even a second. She didn\u0026apos;t notice his face, neither could she since everything was blurry from the travel to this world. \u0026quot;Pleae don\u0026apos;t hurt me! I\u0026apos;m don\u0026apos;t know who you are and i don\u0026apos;t know where i am!\u0026quot; she cried to him, finally closing her eyes and hugging her own lags, as her back was still against the wall. A defense position... of sorts. Tears accumulated in her eyes and started streaming down her tears. She feared for her life, since the person before her didn\u0026apos;t have the voice of anybody she\u0026apos;d ever spoken with. His accent was different as well, it was nothing like she\u0026apos;d heard before. It was understandable, but foreign to her - it almost sounded like old english. Her body was completely exposed, yet she hadn\u0026apos;t noticed that just yet, since fear had struck her completely. \u0026quot;Please... don\u0026apos;t hurt me!\u0026quot; she cried once again, trying her best to survive the situation.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:43:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522583007,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond once again, hesitated for a few seconds, as if he had to freeze for a few seconds to think, and process all what has happened so far. Then he sighed, put the sword of his next to the nightstand. He looked at her, noticing the ears, the closed eyes, the shivering, her pleas of him not hurting her. Then he sighed again. She looked rather cute. In fact, very cute.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Come here, you beauty...\u0026quot; he said. he said, slowly inviting her to his bed. \u0026quot;I see you are vastly underdressed.... I\u0026apos;ll see if I can find anything for you, and then we can talk about why you are here...\u0026quot; he said. He sure went from paranoid to charitable rather fast, walking towards the wardrobe - the wardrobe that was quite unfortunately right next to where Emma was backing the wall and shivering - opening said wardrobe, and getting out... some plain white men\u0026apos;s clothes, made out of linen, most likely oversized for Emma, but still better than being in underwear. He then goes back to the bed, puts those clothes onto the bed, and invites her once again. He is well-intentioned for sure, he doesn\u0026apos;t seek to hurt her, but she may never know that - a foreign world is full of men willing to exploit a cute girl like her, and not all would be charitable enough to donate a set of clothes to her. Many would find it hard to resist the urge to do sexual things with her against her will - but he is not one of those, for he is a virgin who was taught to respect women from a young age.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Take this up, and then we will talk about you...\u0026quot; he said, urging her to get on the clothes he just put on the bed. He can\u0026apos;t blame her for being afraid, but him planning to pat her head once she is close enough to him won\u0026apos;t help the situation at all.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:50:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522583412,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro stopped hugging her own legs and relaxed a bit. She stared at the man who was walking right next to her, to open the wardrobe next to her. He took out some white mens clothing and laid it on the bed. She then ran the sentance through her head again... undressed. She looked down at herself and saw the pale naked legs and belly and immediately covered herself again. How had she not realized she was naked! was this one of those wet dreams everyone keeps having; she thought to herself. He sat down next to the clothes and expected her to coem take it, but she wasn\u0026apos;t fooled so easily! she ran towards the bed, grabbed the clothes and ran back to her previous position. \u0026quot;Look away!\u0026quot; she demanded angrily, whilst looking at the man with her cheeks blushing a pinkish hue.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T13:58:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522583909,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed, and asked \u0026quot;Why?\u0026quot; but then he really did look away. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not like I\u0026apos;ve never seen a naked woman before...\u0026quot; and he wasn\u0026apos;t lying. But still, he obliged and looked away, letting her take the clothing and dress up. In truth, he found that cute. The blushing and all that. So he waited for her to put on the clothes and come back to the bed, just so he can pat and rub her head a little - and if she did not return, he wouldn\u0026apos;t even say anything yet, as he thought she was simply taking an unimaginably long time putting the clothes on. So.... unless she said anything, went back to the bed, or did anything else to signal her having put on the clothes, he would wait into an eternity.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So... do you have a name, beautiful one?\u0026quot; he asked. \u0026quot;And how did you exactly get here again? I\u0026apos;d like to know everything...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T14:02:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522584146,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro put on the clothes and looked rediculous in them. Sleeves were hanging inches below her arms length and the pants were way too long as well. She blushed immensely and sat next to the man in the bed, this was a dream right? what could even go wrong. She ignored his words completely, or maybe she just didn\u0026apos;t hear them at all, as she was getting dressed. She pouted her lips and dd not look amused. \u0026quot;My name is Emma, but shouldn\u0026apos;t you already know that? My brain made you, so why don\u0026apos;t you know my name?\u0026quot; She asked, probably confusing the man even more. \u0026quot;- and i have no idea how i got here, but it\u0026apos;s a dream right? they are always weird.\u0026quot; she said and nodded, as if she had got it all figured out.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T14:07:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522584455,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raised his eyebrows at the suggestion that her brains made him, or that she was in a dream. \u0026quot;Are you drunk or something?\u0026quot; he asked with raised eyebrows, then put one hand to her forehead, checking if she had fever or anything similar. \u0026quot;No, nothing wrong there... I don\u0026apos;t know what kind of brains or dreams you are talking about, but I was just minding my own business, getting ready to head downstairs to have my usual feast, then all of the sudden, you were here. So, Emma.... I have no idea who you are, what are you doing here, but I think this bed might not be big enough for the two of us.\u0026quot; he made the statements. A chivalric knight he may have been, but he still paid for this room and bed, and he wasn\u0026apos;t about to sleep on the floor with a freeloader who didn\u0026apos;t even pay for any of this. So he kept on what he was doing - rubbing her head if she didn\u0026apos;t offer any resistance.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll go downstairs to eat either way... are you hungry... Em... Emma?\u0026quot; he asked, her simple-sounding name still not really rolling off his tongue. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll treat you this night, but I can\u0026apos;t make any guarantees tomorrow, or after that...\u0026quot; he proclaimed. A smarter - and hornier, and less moral - man would have exploited the situated, exploited her assumption that this is a dream, and would have seduced her to sleep with him - after all, if it\u0026apos;s just a dream, no harm may come from sleeping with a complete stranger, right? Especially if one has that kind of fantasy. But he wasn\u0026apos;t that smart, he wasn\u0026apos;t that horny, and he had too high moral standards to even consider such a thing, let alone actually go through with exploiting the situation like that. He was doing what he thought was the right thing to do: giving her clothes and treating her to one dinner, even offering up half the bed for the night, and more later on.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T14:14:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522584860,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro looked confused at the man, staring at him, as he rubbed her head. She didn\u0026apos;t feel in danger as his hand caressed her hair, so she let him do it. \u0026quot;So... this isn\u0026apos;t a dream then?\u0026quot; she looked up, into his eyes and asked curiously. She held her fingers to her cheeks and pinched them hard enough for it to hurt slightly, this is what she thought would wake her; had it been a dream. \u0026quot;Ouch..\u0026quot; she moaned in pain, as her pinch attempt failed. \u0026quot;But... if this isn\u0026apos;t a dream, then where am i?\u0026quot; she looked back up into the man\u0026apos;s eyes with another very confused look on her face. The whole situation was weird for her, it all seemed like a dream but truth is, it might not be a dream at all. The man asked if Emma wanted some food, as he was about to go downstairs and have a feast. She thought about it for a second, then nodded slightly as to say yes. She didn\u0026apos;t want to feel like a freeloader, which is hard when you arrive someplace different with nothing on you in ways of clothes, currency or protection. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t mind sharing the bed either... thank you for showing such hospitality to a total stranger.\u0026quot; She said, slightly blushing which made her ample cheeks light up.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T22:26:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522614393,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond kept caressing Emma\u0026apos;s hair - it definitely had a smooth, silky texture, thanks to the combination of shampoo and combing that it must have went through courtesy of her. \u0026quot;No, this isn\u0026apos;t a dream... you just appeared behind me, when I was minding my own business.\u0026quot; he stated to her, and kept caressing. He was mildly amused by her own attempts to prove to herself that this is not a dream. In his world, in his culture, no one associated pinching one\u0026apos;s cheek with waking up.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s see.... this is the Left Hand of Salashi, in the Eastern side of the Inner City of Grandfolk, within the middle of the Kingdom of Etrand, on the continent of Artograch, which is the western side of the Planet of Artograch....\u0026quot; he explained it rather lengthily... Yep - they aren\u0026apos;t on Planet Earth now, not at all. He kept caressing her hair for a while, until he began standing up. For some reason, he assumed that she was unable to walk - despite the opposite being true - and made a motion with his hand signalling to \u0026apos;crawl into his hands, as he will carry her\u0026apos; - a hand signal that meant an offer to carry her downstairs, bridal-style.\u003Cbr\u003EWhether the offer was accepted or rejected, he stood up, took his sword back into its scabbard, which was on his belt, went towards the wardrobe, took out a spare belt, and either throw it at the bed next to Emma, or handed it over directly to Emma, whichever seemed more convenient at the time. This to prevent the trousers from falling off. Then he would get out a key from his pocket, open the door, leave the room with Emma, close it back again, and downstairs awaits...\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T22:33:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522614793,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro strared blankly at the man, as he told her about where they were. Nothing else than a blank stare and a silent \u0026quot;hmpf\u0026quot; escaped her, as she found her own confusement amusing. Literally none of the words he just spoke stuck with her and that was hilarious to her for some reason. A smile formed on her soft lips, as she listened to him talk. Emma equipped the belt around her waist to keep the trousers in place. They might have looked rediculous on her, but it was way better than being half-naked. She jumped into his arms and made herself comfortable. Seems like she\u0026apos;s getting used to his company, or maybe the traveling of worlds has fried her brain. As she was in another world; no matter how surreal it may be, she actually finds it really fun. The skull however, that almost scared her half to death, but beside that it was quite nice. \u0026quot;I need new clothes soon though... i can\u0026apos;t go aorund in this forever. But for now, thank you.\u0026quot; she said and leaned her head against his arm, then looked back up at him. \u0026quot;What is your name by the way, mister strong man from?\u0026quot; she asked and smiled at him.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T22:42:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522615374,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at her, blushing a little at being called a strong man. \u0026quot;Khm khm... my name is Stephanus Tavilrond, one of the Knights of the Blood Red Light, Paladin at thy service.... forgive me for not being able to kiss thy hand at the moment, that\u0026apos;s what I normally do when... introducing myself to a lady like that.\u0026quot; he said, excusing himself. \u0026quot;As for your clothing... tomorrow, I will see if I can buy something for you, now let\u0026apos;s go. By the way... what\u0026apos;s your name?\u0026quot; he said, carrying her downstairs. He did smile back at her, finding her rather cute. He was tempted to put a kiss onto her forehead, but resisted the temptation for now.\u003Cbr\u003EDownstairs - as described before, it was... monotone-ish. The monotony of fragrant wooden floors, walls and ceilings was broken only by the occasional torch or lantern surrounded by some kind of pink flower. So he would approach the bar, sit down at one of the chairs, look at the bartender - a rather old, bald man with a one good right hand, and a wooden left hand.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I would like the usual for me... as for the lady. I would say, something hot, for drinking and eating.\u0026quot; he said to the bartender, and looked back at Emma. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry, I\u0026apos;m sure you will enjoy Salashi\u0026apos;s cooking.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So, bacon, eggs, bread, rice pudding, wine and acorn water, right?\u0026quot; asked the old bartender, and Stephanus only nodded. \u0026quot;Ten silver coins, if I may...\u0026quot; replied the bartender, forcing Stephanus to take that money out of the haversack he was having around. Afterwards, he would stand up from the chair, and make his way towards an empty table. \u0026quot;Would you prefer to sit besides me, or...?\u0026quot; he asked Emma before even being close to the table, effectively asking if she would prefer to sit on a chair next to him, or continue to sit on his lap. \u0026quot;Salashi will deliver the food for us, when he\u0026apos;s ready.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T22:51:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522615883,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro blushed at Stephanus\u0026apos; comment about kissing her hand. That wasn\u0026apos;t how people usually greeted each other on earth, unless you were a gentleman or of royalty. She found it rather cute however. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s nice to meet you Stephanus. My name is Emma Chiaro. I don\u0026apos;t have a fancy title like you though!\u0026quot; she said jokingly and smiled at him once more. Emma looked around the somewhat open room with big gleaming eyes, taking in all the glory of a new world. It was rather dull in here, but it was new and exciting to Emma. Whilst still in his arms, he carried Emma towards the bar and began chatting with the man behind the bar. Emma expected him closely - probably a little too close, but hopefully the bar man didn\u0026apos;t notice - He was missing a hand, or rather, he had one wooden hand which was plain to see. He looked like a real bartender. Emma\u0026apos;s stomach ached, as she hadn\u0026apos;t eaten at all. her little trickery back on earth, caused her to forget about lunch and now she was feeling really hungry. The man, or, Salachi was listing the food whic didn\u0026apos;t help her roaring hunger. Stephanus carried her over to a table and asked if she\u0026apos;d like to take a seat or keep sitting on her lao, to which she answered, seat. She felt bad about having him carry her around and give her free food. Also, people are starting to stare; whether it was the clothes Emma was wearing or her being carrid around, was unbeknownst to her. She crawled down from his big arms and planted her round rump on the chair next to Stephanus. \u0026quot;Thank you... again. I feel bad that i can\u0026apos;t give you anything in return for your kindness.\u0026quot; she says, thanking him and looking rather bummed out.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T23:04:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522616648,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked back at her, not saying anything yet, but smiling at her, and patted her head once again, as a sort of silent \u0026apos;It\u0026apos;s allright, you don\u0026apos;t have to repay me by any means\u0026apos;, or \u0026apos;My kindness towards you is unconditional\u0026apos;. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t be silly, it is my duty to help someone who is in such a distress... Besides, what man in his right mind would pass up the chance to help a beautiful lady like yourself?\u0026quot; he asked, commenting on her beauty once again. Ah yes, the old trope about the knight saving the damsel in distress.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;The food is coming. I didn\u0026apos;t expect Salashi to finish so fast... must have pulled a trick up from his sleeve, normally he\u0026apos;d take at least half an hour getting that ready...\u0026quot; he said, almost rhetorically, to Emma. In truth, it was probably because it was a busy night, and he had already prepared the kind of food he was asking for, and he was going to deliver re-heated leftovers, maybe with some extra Salashi-magic to make it seem and taste fresh-ish. \u003Cbr\u003EAnd sure enough, Salashi was delivering the food to the two of them, on a larger, rectangular shaped wooden plate, that in turn contained the actual wooden dishes containing the food: the bread, the eggs, the bacon, the sweet and fruity rice pudding, a glass of red wine, and a glass of hot... coffee? Acorn coffee. It looked like coffee, tasted like coffee with a slight nutty aftertaste, but wasn\u0026apos;t coffee, as it had no caffeine at all. The wine belongs to Stephanus, the rice pudding and acorn coffee were intended for Emma, and the rest they must share.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well, better dig in, shall we?\u0026quot; he asked, handing over one set of wooden utensils to Emma: a knife and a fork. If Emma hesitated to eat, he\u0026apos;d pat her on the head once again, not beginning it until she begins it. \u0026quot;Eat up, beautiful one.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T23:13:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522617207,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro smiled back at him. \u0026quot;I think i got lucky landing in your room. Not everyone in this unknown land are decent people, i presume?\u0026quot; she blushed at his compliment, as he called her beautiful, though she said nothing. Her cheeks did that for her, as the pinkish hue returned to her cheeks. The topic then quickly changed as Salachi came over with the food. \u0026quot;That was really fast, yeah!\u0026quot; she excitedly exclaimed, as the food reached her eyesight and her nostrils. It smelled just like an English breakfast and also looked a lot like it. A great wide smile formed on her lips and she immediately grabbed one of the two wooden bowls placed on the larger wooden plate. She took the wooden utensils and held them in her small tender hands. Emma pricked scraped some egg, bacon and pudding onto the fork and placed it in her mouth. her eyes lit up with joy, as her tastebuds recieved a vareity of different tastes. It tasted nothing like english breakfast! The eggs were sweet and sour, the bacon tasted like regular bacon, but the pudding was so fruity and delicious too. She couldn\u0026apos;t help but move her body in excitement. \u003Cbr\u003EHaving swallowed the food, she went for another fork full of delicious food. She looked towards the wine and coffee, then grabbed the coffee and pulled it closer to her. Before tasting it, she smelled it and smiled wide once more. \u0026quot;Coffee!\u0026quot; she exclaimed and took a big sip. In her hurry, she managed to burn her lips and tongue. \u0026quot;hot hot hot!\u0026quot; she said and took another, much smaller sip. \u0026quot;This is delicious! thank you so much Stephanus!\u0026quot; she looked at him and said, with her eyes gleaming in pure happiness.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T23:30:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522618218,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to her. \u0026quot;I assume you got lucky... Indeed, not everyone is decent. If everyone was decent, I\u0026apos;d be out of job.\u0026quot; he laughed. Then he watches as she began with the food. He watched in a mixture of amusement and surprise as she mixed all those food onto one fork and ate it all... He didn\u0026apos;t say anything, just acted with jaws dropped. Why? Because in his culture, the fruity and sweet pudding is like... a side dish of sort. Or an afterdish. The desert. Mixing sweet and sour in this culture of his isn\u0026apos;t much of a tradition. So he did it the plain way, taking some eggs and bacon onto his fork, putting it into his mouth, reinforcing it with a bite of bread, and downing it with the red wine. \u0026quot;Salashi did outdo himself this time...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EThen, as he slowly, rather elegantly ate his meal, he watches as she ate it. He almost felt his heart melting, how cute she was, with her small tender hands, her pretty lips, those eyes of her, that nose... ~ She\u0026apos;d easily become any bard\u0026apos;s muse with those looks... ~ he thought to himself, and continued his meal. And he wasn\u0026apos;t too far off from that. After being thanked for the food, he just smiled at her, and took his hand onto her head once again to give it a few rubs, to caress her hair one more time. \u0026quot;It is the least I could do, beautiful one.\u0026quot; he just said, looking at her. But this time, the half-closed eyes of his and the almost unmanly, even childish smile he gave her gave way to a more open-eyed look, almost a stare - staring at her beauty, that is, almost as if he was about to attempt to kiss her.\u003Cbr\u003EBut no. After one moment of hesitation, he just turned his attention back to his meal. \u0026quot;You look so cute when you are happy like that. Don\u0026apos;t you ever lose that delightful smile of yours. It can be worth more than all treasures in this land.\u0026quot; he teased her, then downed his meal with some wine again, and turned his attention back to her, and how she was doing with the pudding and the other foodstuffs.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T23:40:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522618811,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro laughed alongside Stephanus, as she continued stuffing herself with the different foods on the table. She rank the coffee regularly after every bite, it was some of the best coffee that she had ever tasted. The nutty aftertaste reminded her of really expensive coffee, which she\u0026apos;d actually tried. Her father worked at a rather expensive caf\u0026#xE9; and they sold very expensive coffee, which he sometimes brought home with him. Emma blushed, as Stephanus kept calling her beautiful. It was weird that a stranger found such interest in her beauty, yet she also found it very satisfying. She liked the compliments, but felt ungrateful, as she didn\u0026apos;t return the sweet words. All she could do was thank him, which didn\u0026apos;t seem like enough. She finished her portion of the meal and let Stephanus have the rest. He then complimented her again! She blushed intensely and looked down at her finished plate, to avoid further eyecontact. \u0026quot;Thanks for the meal!\u0026quot; she remarked, trying to change the subject and focus more on the food and not so much on her.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T23:50:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522619414,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was a bit slower to finish his meal, somewhat uncharacteristic of males like him. But, given how he was drinking wine, it is given, that he should be the fancy one, the one who takes longer to finish. Besides, he had more food left anyway, and was a little bit busier complementing Emma. He took his time to savour the taste of the bacon and the eggs, and to make sure not one single morsel of what he paid for remained on the plate - save for any of the pudding Emma might have left, but he wouldn\u0026apos;t eat that. So he looked at Emma again, smiling at her and patting her head. \u0026quot;Well then, Emma... let\u0026apos;s go upstairs. We\u0026apos;ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.\u0026quot; he said, standing up, and expecting her to just jump or crawl into his hands.... or just walk next to him and accompany him to the upstairs, where they\u0026apos;d re-enter the room he had. The lantern was still emmiting the light, to make sure that they would be able to make order in their room.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd as before, once entering the room, he\u0026apos;d lock it once again. If he was carrying Emma, he\u0026apos;d carry her to the bed, put her down, and hesitate to just lie down next to her, first slowly sitting at the edge of the bed before making himself comfortable with the thought of sleeping next to a woman. But if she was walking with him, he would fall into the bed, and then quickly crawl to the edge of the bed to make room for Emma.\n",               "date": "2018-04-01T23:56:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522619801,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro looked at Stephanus, as he continued to eat his meal and drink his wine. She felt ungrateful, having finished it without really savoring entirely. her hunger simply took over and made her eat it too fast. He finished his meal and invited Emma upstairs into the room they met, which to some extend felt weird. He put out his arms, for her to crawl back in which she gladly did. She laid in his arms once more, as he carried her upstairs in a bridal position, though it was rather embarrassing to have people stare, she really enjoyed laying in his arms. He opened the door to the room and locked it behind them, then carried Emma over to the bed and put her down in it. He stood there and looked at her, as she laid comfortably in the bed that was a little too small for the both of them. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t just stand there, you have to sleep here too.\u0026quot; she says, blushing and avoiding eye-contact.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro looked at Stephanus, as he continued to eat his meal and drink his wine. She felt ungrateful, having finished it without really savoring entirely. her hunger simply took over and made her eat it too fast. He finished his meal and invited Emma upstairs into the room they met, which to some extend felt weird. He put out his arms, for her to crawl back in which she gladly did. She laid in his arms once more, as he carried her upstairs in a bridal position, though it was rather embarrassing to have people stare, she really enjoyed laying in his arms. He opened the door to the room and locked it behind them, then carried Emma over to the bed and put her down in it. He stood there and looked at her, as she laid comfortably in the bed that was a little too small for the both of them. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t just stand there, you have to sleep here too.\u0026quot; she says, blushing and avoiding eye-contact.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond hesitated for a moment. \u0026quot;S-sure, yes, I have to sleep too...\u0026quot; he said, slowly, and reluctantly crawling onto the bed, laying right next to Emma. The lantern was still making a faint light, but it was easy enough to ignore, when one really wanted to sleep much. He took, was blushing. \u0026quot;Well, in that case... g-good night...\u0026quot; he said, closing his eyes, fidgeting for a few moment before pulling the blanket over the two of them. When a man and a woman sleep in the same bed, people make all sorts of assumptions. But this time, it wouldn\u0026apos;t happen. Not today, at least.\u003Cbr\u003EHe closed his eyes, and for the next few hours, somewhat struggled not to sleep as openly as he waws used to, to not to invade Emma\u0026apos;s privacy or chastity, until his body finally decided to obey him, and temporarily shut down for the next umpteen hours, waiting for morning to come and wake them up. He was a silent sleeper, or rather, not the type to snore - more like the type to breathe quietly. There was no guarantee that he wouldn\u0026apos;t accidentally touch Emma\u0026apos;s legs, back, butt, or even torso or chest while sleeping, but as he gradually went from fidgeting and trying to sleep, to actually sleeping, it all became all the more unlikely, or easier for a potentially flustered and blushing Emma to fix and rectify.\u003Cbr\u003EAt least ten hours must have passed since they went to bed until the morning light hit the room. This time, however, Stephanus would wake up second.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro hadn\u0026apos;t slept next to a man before and it made her somewhat nervous. When Stephanus laid down next to her, she could feel his body pressing against hers which made her blush slightly. Alas, she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep, but it was simply too hot for her to fall asleep. She never really slept with clothes on, unless it was really cold outside, which it wasn\u0026apos;t in this world. \u0026quot;Excuse me for a moment...\u0026quot; Emma whispered to Stephanus and stood up from the bed for a few seconds. She then derobed and laid back down in the bed, pressing her bare skin against his arm. She arched her back, so her butt touched his hip and she then fell asleep soon after. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHours later, she was awoken by some sounds coming from outside the door and from downstairs in the tavern. Perhaps people had gotten up to eat breakfast, at least that\u0026apos;s what she assumed. She opened her eyes, however drowsy she felt, she forced herself up from the bed and stood up onto her legs. She looked at the bed for a quick moment, noticing Stephanus sleeping in the same position he fell asleep in. She smiled and thought about the good times she had yesterday with him, in the short time they had been together. However weird it may all seem, it was a nice change of pace. Still wearing her underwear, she crawled onto the bed and placed her head above his. She could hear the faint sound of him breathing. He looked so peaceful. She felt an urge to plant a kiss on his cheek; his mouth even, but refrained from doing so. She gave him a loving and weak slap on his cheek whilst calling his name. \u0026quot;Stephanus. Stephanus, wake up it\u0026apos;s morning!\u0026quot; she says in a low tone.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond may not have had a real mother at this time of his life, it seems some of his childlike instincts remained, as the first response to being given a maternal treatment like that was mumbling \u0026quot;M-mothe-?\u0026quot;, which was quite surprising, given his rather sad and mysterious backstory that involved him being separated from his parents as an infant, and never learning about them, at all. He slowly opened his eyes, had to use his hands to wipe away some of the drowsiness, and then let out a rather prominent yawn before jumping out of bed. The chemistry was there, and he too felt an urge eto get physical with this woman. But just like that, he resisted the urge to kiss her at any places. In his mind, in his imagination, he jumped in front of her to peck a quick kiss on her lips. But in reality, he barely got out of the bed, restored his balance, stretch himself out, yawn once again, then approach Emma and pat her on the head. \u0026quot;Good morning, beautiful one. I assume it must be morning then.\u0026quot; he said. Yes, off course it\u0026apos;s morning, she said it herself.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro didn\u0026apos;t make out what he was mumbling in his sleep, but did find it really cute that he did mumble. When asleep the person is most vulnerable, or something like that. Without a word he got out of bed and and wiped his eyes, then quickly he was back to his old self which she had witnessed yesterday. \u0026quot;Breakfast sure does sound nice! And i will find a way to pay you back somehow, i\u0026apos;m sure of it.\u0026quot; She assures him, well tried to anyhow. She blushed as he brought up the bathhouse, thinking whether it was gender neutral, some of them are, meaning men and women bathe together. The thought of new clothes piqued her interest as well, as she would finally fit in with everyone else. He started caressing her cheeks which caught her off-guard, but not as much as the kiss he planted on her lips right after. She looked confused with blushing cheeks, simply staring at him for a while. She didn\u0026apos;t say anything and neither did he. He simply brushed it off and said \u0026apos;let\u0026apos;s go\u0026apos; to which she nodded and jumped into his arms, smiling softly. It might have been sudden, but it was also an enjoyable kiss. She hadn\u0026apos;t kissed a bot before, so in a way he stole her first real kiss.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took Emma into his hands, and carried her downstairs, where they would have the breakfast. Yes indeed, what Emma was worried about was the truth: the bath was gender-neutral: men, women, children and the elderly, all bathing together, completely naked. But she didn\u0026apos;t know that yet. The paladin went through almost the same procedure as yesterday evening: approach Salashi the Bartender, order the food - albeit different one this time - pay for it, find an empty table, and put Emma down to a chair, if she still insisted on not sitting on his lap.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T00:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522622353,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro decided to sit next to Stephanus, as she wasn\u0026apos;t comfortable with sitting on his lap, just jet. Not because she didn\u0026apos;t want to, trust me, she wanted to, but all the people scared her and she didn\u0026apos;t want to seem overly attached to a man she had just met. Stephanus had just ordered a lot of fruits for breakfast, which she found somewhat weird, thought fruits have always been healthy so she didn\u0026apos;t mind. Whilst waiting for the food, Emma enjoyed the soft touches and the strokes of his hands caressing her hair and cheeks. After having kissed him, or rather having been kissed by him, she had found a new love for him. He was very loving and caring, but he also seemed like the dominant type. This is exactly what she wanted in a man, which made them perfect for each other. Emma sat still next to Stephanus whilst waiting for the food to come, which seemed to take a lot longer this time, though she didn\u0026apos;t mind because Stephanus was keeping her busy with his loving hands.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u003Cspan style=\"color: #062585;\"\u003Esmiled at Emma. \u0026quot;Has anyone told you about how cute you are?\u0026quot; he asked her, just in the time the food was about to arrive. And sure enough, it did arrive, albeit in a different shape shape than last time: all the fruits were put into one plate, letting only his beer and her acorn-almond latte have their own dedicated containers. The sudden availability of the food has allowed both of them to have a bit of time for themselves... or rather, for their own thoughts, letting the thoughts flow while their ears were bombarded by sounds of munching and drinking.\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro looked at Stephanus and said, \u0026quot;I think you\u0026apos;re the only one who\u0026apos;s said it so far.\u0026quot; she blushed and smiled at him, which made her pearly white and perfect teeth show from behind her soft upper lip. Salashi came over with the fruit in one plate and the drinks next to it, which made her a little nervous because she would be sharing food with Stephanus and then she had to eat it slower and try not to eat too much. That\u0026apos;s what she thought anyway, but it probably wasn\u0026apos;t that which Stephanus thought about. Emma grabbed a piece of fruit from the plate; it looked like a dried apricot, but she wasn\u0026apos;t sure, then she ate it. It wasn\u0026apos;t as fantastic, as dinner the day before, but it wasn\u0026apos;t bad either. It was a nice pick-me-up, as far as breakfast goes. She smiled towards Stephanus, as she munched on the fruit, then took a sip of her new drink. The taste caught her off-guard, because at first it tasted and smelled a lot like the coffee from yesterday, but this was much more flavorful and was much less bitter with a more nutty aftertaste. This one was definitely her favorite so far. Unable to control her happiness, she hummed a little tune out of joy and smiled to herself, as she helped herself to another piece of fruit. The two enjoyed the fruit together and every once in a while, Stephanus would caress her cheeks and hair, like he\u0026apos;s been doing for a while now. The feeling of love she got from this man was incredible, it\u0026apos;s something she thought would take years to develop, but apparently a trip to another world and a day later is all it takes. She chuckled slightly as she thought of this.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond wasn\u0026apos;t sure which fruit to begin with, but he set his sights on a dried apricot, just like Emma. Unlike her, however, he didn\u0026apos;t just eat the fruit - he also downed the kernel! The kernel wasn\u0026apos;t the inedible mess that one would normally find in an apricot, but rendered softer and more brittle by the drying, making it conceivable to eat it. After it came the beer, then the turn to caress Emma\u0026apos;s cheeks and hair. It surprised even him how quickly he has grown to be affectionate towards this cute lady - this cute lady he was only helping out of chivalry. He didn\u0026apos;t think he would develop romantic feelings for her, but here he was treating her like a love interest.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro saw how he ate the kernel of the apricot and found it weird. She didn\u0026apos;t dare try it, so she simply sit them sit them out and placed them on the wooden plate that Salashi delivered the fruits and drinks on. She grabbed a date and ate it whole, thinking it was very delicious she grabbed another one right after the first. \u0026quot;Compliments are very welcome! but i\u0026apos;m not good at returning any, so i hope you\u0026apos;re okay with that...\u0026quot; she says, thinking about whether she should have said that or not. \u0026quot;Also, the food is very delicious! they taste a lot like the ones from my world, but even better.\u0026quot; she says, ignoring the fact that he called her sweetheart, as it didn\u0026apos;t bother her at all. The affection the two had developed already, was a little weird, thus pet names didn\u0026apos;t make her uncomfortable at all.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond continued to smile, saying \u0026quot;Well, that is most excellent. We shall go to the market and find you a nice pair of clothes after this. Then it\u0026apos;s off to the bathhouse, where we can clean our minds and bodies.\u0026quot; Ah yes, cleaning minds and bodies... to her, it must sound like something a stereotypical ageing, bald asian Buddhist monk would say, rather than a young and handsome Medieval European knight. He looked briefly at the plate, and mentally decided that he is only going to eat half of it, letting his Emma have the rest. After all, such is a fair distribution, right?\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond EDIT: continued to smile, saying \u0026quot;Well, that is most excellent. We shall go to the market and find you a nice pair of clothes after this. Then it\u0026apos;s off to the bathhouse, where we can clean our minds and bodies.\u0026quot; Ah yes, cleaning minds and bodies... to her, it must sound like something a stereotypical ageing, bald asian Buddhist monk would say, rather than a young and handsome Medieval European knight. He looked briefly at the plate, and mentally decided that he is only going to eat half of it, letting his Emma have the rest. After all, such is a fair distribution, right?\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so did he focus on the apricots with that in mind, despite his preference for the figs and dates. Why? Because he noticed how Emma wasn\u0026apos;t eating the apricot kernels, hence he quickly rationalized, that she should focus on the figs and dates for optimal nourishment, while he should focus on the apricots to indirectly drive her towards the figs and dates.\u003Cbr\u003EThat, followed by beer, and even more rubbing of Emma. Once they were finished with the morning meal, he would smile at Emma, and take the initiative to kiss her on the nose, a romantic and affectionate gesture in his world. Then take her hand, and guide her towards the main door of the building, leading to the moment when she may see the city for the first time...\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Grandfolk, The Left Hand of Salashi"    },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro smile and giggled at his very mature and pure way of describing a bathhouse, or the act of bathing in said bathhouse. \u0026quot;I still can\u0026apos;t believe that you want to buy clothes for me, i\u0026apos;m very grateful. Also, a bath would be nice.\u0026quot; she said, still worried about it being a collective bathhouse. She shouldn\u0026apos;t be though, but being in a different world means different rules and she didn\u0026apos;t know what could happen in such a place. Then she remembered that Stephanus would be there and that relaxed her a but, since he was strong and even had a title as a paladin. She finished eating her part of the fruits, which mainly consisted of dates and figs. A delicious meal that satisfied her hunger and she was now ready to leave. Stephanus smiled at Emma and she smiled back, then out of nowhere he leaned in and kissed her nose. She blushed and looked around, making sure nobody saw what happened, then blushed even more as she saw two elderly people staring directly at them. \u0026quot;L-let\u0026apos;s go now...\u0026quot; she said, embarrassed, but also happy to have been kissed my Stephanus. He grabbed her hand and the was ready to leave and enter the city, which she hadn\u0026apos;t seen even a glimpse of. The lack of windows in the tavern and the rooms above made hard for her to paint a picture of the city, though she imagined it being very medieval or fantastical.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond led Emma out of the tavern, opening the door to what must have been blinding sunlight at first. It has been a long time since both of them saw actual unfilitered sunlight, one that wasn\u0026apos;t weakened by having to go through a window. So there must have been a delay before the city was finally revealed to them. And what did it look like? Well, for the first time, she could see how this tavern, the Left Hand of Salashi looked from behind - like an oversized stone slab, with a door, and a windows upstairs, basically.\n",               "date": "2018-04-02T23:27:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1522704430,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro was blinded by the burning hot sun, but as the temporary blindness faded, she was met with an awesome sight. The tavern behind her looked simple and quaint, it\u0026apos;s something she wouldn\u0026apos;t have experienced in her own world and was lucky that she could in this one. In front of them was the bathhouse, which was made of a beautiful material that looked almost like marble. The sunrays hit the building and the building reflected the light right in their faces, which was what blinded them, as they left the tavern. It didn\u0026apos;t help that they had been inside for such a long time, in a room lit by a torch. Emma stared at the folk walking around in fine clothes, which caught her off guard, though the houses too, looked very fancy and expensive. For a tavern to be in a place like this was uncanny, she thought. Stephanus led her to the stables and stood before a white horse.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve never ridden a horse before, but i would like to!\u0026quot; she says excitedly whilst staring at the beautiful mare. He helped her onto the horse and started riding through the town she\u0026apos;d caught a glimpse of before. \u0026quot;It looks like an expensive residential area, that\u0026apos;s for sure.\u0026quot; she says and giggles slightly, as her armss embraces Stephanus from behind in order to not fall off. Even though they weren\u0026apos;t riding that fast, she still enjoyed embracing him. As they rode through the town, more unusual people showed up. Fantastical characters and creatures roaming the streets, as if it was normal, which it probably was. \u0026quot;This is really something. This is a place of dreams. never had i thought, i would see something this exciting and unbelieveble.\u0026quot; Emma explains, looking around and staring at the people who\u0026apos;re casually walking around in the streets. Probably staring a little much, but it was all new to her.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T19:27:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523554073,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond continues riding at the somewhat slow pace - somewhat slower than what he was used to, as he and his mare were used to riding at a faster speed. He felt a bit embarassed about having Emma embrace him from the behind, and would have preferred to have her sit in front of him, but he was fine with it this way too. Aside from the faint blush that came to his face - which Emma couldn\u0026apos;t see, as she was behind him - there was little reaction.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;This is the city where I was born.\u0026quot; he explained. Emma apparently found the city rather exciting, for someone who was not only a native of this city, but also spent all his life in it... it wasn\u0026apos;t anything new. \u0026quot;The city is divided in three parts, you see... We are in the Inner Quarters, as I said when you asked me first...\u0026quot; he said, reminiscing about the time he first met Emma in his room, and saw her naked. He blushed a little at the mental image that came into his mind, and he couldn\u0026apos;t believe that it was merely one day ago. He almost felt like they knew each other for years, if not a lifetime. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s where all the rich folks live. Nobles, students, magicians, the richer merchants, government officials... and the likes of Salashi, who provide fancy food and drinks for them.\u0026quot; and by students, he meant university students. There are no high schools in this medieval world, after all.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Where we are going now, is the Industrial Quarters. Its inhabitants are your average city folks... merchants, blacksmiths, shoemakers, carpenters, tailors, bakers, and those kinds of people.... That\u0026apos;s also where the market is, where we can find goods at an acceptable price - like clothes for you, sweetheart.\u0026quot; He kept on explaining. \u0026quot;Last but not least, there\u0026apos;s the Shanty Quarters... Let\u0026apos;s just say it\u0026apos;s the part of the city you don\u0026apos;t ever want to go to. Filled with criminals and unsavory people of all sorts. Best to steer clear of it and stay far away.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EWith that, they were merely a few minutes from actually arriving to the market - from the horizon, both could see crowds gathering around something - the market, that is. People gathering around to sell and buy things. They have essentially arrived.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T19:38:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523554690,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro was still staring at everything, taking in ever little detail of the area. She was excited to finally get some clothes, that were a little more suiting for her, not that she didn\u0026apos;t appreciate the clothes she was currently wearing, but it would be much nicer to have some she\u0026apos;d actually fit into. Stephanus explained the layout of the city once more, since she had forgotten what he had told her earlier. It may have been because of the culture shock, that she didn\u0026apos;t rememebr when he had first explained it to her. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s really beautiful, this whole place. I still can\u0026apos;t believe i\u0026apos;m actually here right now, i guess i\u0026apos;m still a little shocked.\u0026quot; she said, chuckling a little. \u0026quot;I hope the clothes aren\u0026apos;t too expensive, i don\u0026apos;t want you to waste all your money on me...\u0026quot; Emma sighs, hugging him tighter from behind and resting her cheek against his back. \u003Cbr\u003EHe explained the Shanty Quarters, as a wretched place filled with criminals, which didn\u0026apos;t really surprise her. The medieval- or fantastical stories from her world, all has bad people living in bad places. Thus, a place like Shanty Quarters didn\u0026apos;t surprise her at all. Though she still listened to his warning and listened carefully, not to go somewhere she shouldn\u0026apos;t. Not that she had any intentions of leaving Stephanus\u0026apos; side as of right now, if ever. Their bond had definitely grown stronger and the romantic feelings between the two seemed mutal. \u003Cbr\u003ESoon they arrived at the market, which was riddled with commonfolk surrounding the individual shops that was scattered throughout the street. This place differed a lot from the fancy residential area they had come from earlier, which was to be expected in a place such as a market.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T19:55:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523555721,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond started going even slower now than before. \u0026quot;Well, it looks like we have arrived. End of the line it is.\u0026quot; he said, turning back a bit to see how Emma was doing, patting her head when seeing how her cheeks were resting against his back. But all things must end, especially the good things - so he took his legs out of the stirrups, wiggled around a ltitle bit to jump off from the horse without disturbing Emma too much, and then stood next to the horse, waiting for Emma to leap into his arms, so he can put her down to the ground. After that, he took Emma\u0026apos;s hand with one hand, and the horse\u0026apos;s leash with another, leading both of them with himself as they went to the market. Eventually, he found it inconvenient to keep both of his hands occupied, so he temporarily let Emma go to tie the leash to his belt, before taking Emma\u0026apos;s hand again, smiling at her, as he led her into the market, looking for goods to purchase - or rather, clothes for Emma.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd sure enough, in this crowded market, everything was being sold. Mostly food - especially dried fruits, vegatables, salted pork - but also paper, ink, everyday assecories people take for granted, swords, shields, glasses, empty books, even small trinkets a tourist would most likely want to take home. But they were looking for clothes, and there were plenty of shops selling those. Some looked simple enough, while others looked slightly more exquisite... or ill-suited for women. An interesting feature was the colours. If Emma previously lived under the misconception that medieval peasants all wore brown because they couldn\u0026apos;t afford coloured clothes - then she\u0026apos;d see the reality with her eyes for the first time, with all the colours of red, blue, green, even yellow being available for even cheap clothes she\u0026apos;d expect a peasant to wear.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;See anything you like, sweetheart?\u0026quot; he asked from Emma, while still holding her hand. Stephanus himself saw two sets of clothes that he thought would look pretty on Emma.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T20:07:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523556452,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro moved her head away, as the horse came to a stop and Stephanus stepped off the horse. She jumped into his big arms and he then put her ont the ground, so she could walk beside him. She stretched her body, arms, legs and ass included. She cupped her- somewhat sore asscheeks, which hurt a bit as she wasn\u0026apos;t used to riding horses at all. Stephanus grabbed her hand and took the hore leash in the other, then started walking. He would later tie the leash to his belt and return to Emma\u0026apos;s hand, making her feel safe and comfortable, as they walked through the market together. Emma walked around, almost taking the lead, as her eyes almost grazed all items being sold. It was fascinating to her. They walked by shops selling clothes and Emma was immediately looking at all the clothes, walking around with her mouth gaping at the very medieval-styled clothes. There were lots of different clothes that caught her eye, but one seems particularly pretty and fitting for her. It was the red and white, strapped dress that really caught her eye and stephanus\u0026apos; eyes too, it seemed. \u003Cbr\u003EShe pointed at it like a little girl getting her first real set of clothes. \u0026quot;This one! it\u0026apos;s so pretty!\u0026quot; she exclaimed, jumping around in excitement and clapping her small tender hands.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T20:22:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523557379,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took a good look at the dress Emma advocated for him to buy. \u0026quot;Yes, it does look very pretty indeed! Allright... I\u0026apos;ll ask about it.\u0026quot; he smiled, patting Emma\u0026apos;s head, like a parent would do to a child. The person selling this piece of clothing was a middle-aged woman, and while it wasn\u0026apos;t a full-fledged shop, her stand was somewhat fancier than the others. He smiled at Emma, kissed her on the cheek, and then approached the tailor selling the dress.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Excuse me, lady! How much is it for that dress? I would like to buy it for this girl...\u0026quot; he exclaimed, rather plainly, straight to the point, without any wishy-washy fiddling around the reality that he was going to buy it for Emma. Off course, he could have been fancier and he could have tried to make Emma blush by referring to her as his wife, lover, or any other fancy title. But he refrained from it for now.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Three fathoms of wheat, or ten golden crowns.\u0026quot; he lady responded in an equally plain manner. It would appear that the people of Etrand are a rather honest, no-nonsense and straight-to-thepoint straightforwards people, who don\u0026apos;t usually talk around what they want. Ten golden crowns... or, coins. The paladin didn\u0026apos;t want to bring out his nonexistent haggling skills, but he still said. \u0026quot;Tsk tsk tsk... it seems that there\u0026apos;s always a price to pay.\u0026quot; he said, taking out the coins from his haversack, and putting them onto the stand, albeit in a slow motion. To all this, the woman just said. \u0026quot;Nothing is free, mister.\u0026quot;. The knight then just said. \u0026quot;Some of the best things in life are in fact free, miss.\u0026quot; as he took the clothing into his hand. \u0026quot;Some of the worst things too, mister.\u0026quot; the lady replied.\u003Cbr\u003EAfterwards, Stephanus would look at Emma. \u0026quot;Shall we... buy some more? Perhaps something else for you, sweeatheart?\u0026quot; he asked from Emma, inquiring whether she desires more money to be spent on her. Though from the conversation Stephanus had with the tailor, it would seem that this piece of clothing was a bit expensive by his standards.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T20:33:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523557984,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro blushed, as Stephanus kissed her on the cheek and went to negotiate with the lady about the dress Emma had pointed out. She was very appreciative that Stephanus actually agreed to buying it. Comapred to the other clothing, it was definitely one of the finer dresses. Fancy as she was, Emma really wanted that one. Had she known it was expensive, she would have picked something else, but for the moment she didn\u0026apos;t think anything of it. It was only after the tension between Stepanus and the middle-aged woman, that she realized the piece she pointed out might\u0026apos;ve been a little expensive. Albeit, he still bought it for her. This made her kneed weak. A newfound respect had she found for him, as he would sacrifice his gold for her comfort, that is a man worth living with til the end of days. \u003Cbr\u003EEmma smiled an blushed in advance, as she would pout her mouth and kiss his cheek, as a show of appreciation. It wasn\u0026apos;t much and had no real value, but it was all she had to give him at the moment. \u0026quot;Thank you so much! i\u0026apos;m sorry if i\u0026apos;ve caused you trouble with your financial status... I don\u0026apos;t think we should buy anything more.\u0026quot; she says, hinting towards their leave. She thought it best to leave while Stephanus had some gold left, though she didn\u0026apos;t know golds worth yet, since the currency was still vastly new to her. She grabbed his arm and pulled herself close to him in a romantic way. \u0026quot;Maybe you could show me around a bit more? your company is worth more than any of these itms could ever be.\u0026quot; She blushingly whispered to him, trying to be somewhat romantic. Though, it was the truth. She really did enjoy walking around with him in this unknown land.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T20:52:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523559142,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was about to take the clothing onto the horse, before Emma surprised him by grabbing his arm, and speaking sweet words to him. He too blushed immediately, but still looked Emma in the eyes, and had to hesitate for a few moments before opening his mouth and speaking to her. His first reaction was nodding to her question, whether he could show her around a bit more or not. But as she complemented him by saying that his company is worth more than any of those items... his blush deepened, as no one has ever said this to him.\u003Cbr\u003EInstead of saying anything, he responded by leaning closer to Emma, and quickly, almost instinctively kissing her on the lips, while the dress he just bought for her was still being held in his arms. So long as she didn\u0026apos;t respond with resistance, he kissed her in public, in front of all possible witnesses.... except that in a crowded market, no one is really going to notice it, complain about it, or anything like that. A couple kissing is the equivalent of one of the many transactions in a market - it doesn\u0026apos;t get noticed by the public. He would hold his lips on Emma\u0026apos;s lips for a few seconds - or even initiate a tongue-kiss for a few more seconds - but afterwards, the lips would have to part, as he had something to say.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... I don\u0026apos;t know how to describe this, but... I have... strong feelings of affection towards you, feelings I never felt for anyone. I feel compelled to protect you, to make you happy, to always be with you. I don\u0026apos;t know what I can make of it.\u0026quot; the paladin opened his mouth for the first time, explaining to Emma his affection for her, as he was leading her away from the tailor, ready to re-mount his horse and put her onto the horse as well, as they weren\u0026apos;t going to buy anything more. As someone lacking experience in this thing called \u0026apos;love\u0026apos;, he had a hard time explaining. \u0026quot;Is this what they call love? Is this what happens before the idyllic farmer husband and wife get married?\u0026quot; he asked. Oh yes, marriage... a medieval world has a sweet and sour irony. When Stephanus said to the tailor that some of the best things in life are free, this is what he was referring to - a rich nobleman or merchant is guaranteed to end up with a loveless arranged marriage, while a poor farmer has the luxury of marrying someone he or she loves. Some of the best things in life are free - such as life.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T21:01:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523559673,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro was caught by surprise, when Stephanus placed his lips onto hers. Emma blushed immediately and resisted a little at first, but simply because the kiss was so sudden. Her body relaxed and so did her breathing. The kiss went on for a while, even though they were in public. It didn\u0026apos;t matter though, all that mattered to her was this very moment. Everyone else around her were nothing but white noise and shadows, as she focused hard on the kiss Stephanus had engaged with her. His tongue pressed forth and entered her mouth, dancing a wet tango with hers. He parted the kiss and opened his mouth to talk to her. \u003Cbr\u003EStephanus described the feeling of love to her, something that she also, had been- and was feeling at the very moment. She looked into his big brown eyes and sighed out of love and affection towards him. \u0026quot;I... i like you too, Stephanus. Ever since the day we met,\u0026quot; even though it hadn\u0026apos;t been very long. \u0026quot;Ever since that day, i\u0026apos;ve had this tingly feeling in my stomach. When you first kissed me, i knew it was love...\u0026quot; she explained, feeling embarrassed because of the flow of people walking by every second. \u003Cbr\u003EEmma hugged Stephanus\u0026apos; big arm once more, embracing it with her arms, in a way a lover would. She hid her blushing cheeks against his arm, trying to hide the fact that she looked like a ripe tomato. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go somewhere else... please.\u0026quot; Emma explained, still attempting to hide her face.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T21:14:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523560484,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond listened to Emma\u0026apos;s own explanation of what she was feeling.... He blinked for a few moments with his blue eyes,\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It feels like we knew each other for much longer than a day...\u0026quot; he said, taking a hand onto Emma\u0026apos;s head to rub it as he was leading her away from the public, and mounted his horse, letting her sit in front of him this time, rather than behind him. After both of them were on horseback, his arms were in front of both of them, allowing him to kiss her cheek, as they were on horseback. Off course, his hands still had that clothing he bought for Emma, thought at this rate, should could have grabbed it and taken it from him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Where else can we go? There aren\u0026apos;t any other interesting parts of the city...\u0026quot; he had to say, as he was going to the other direction. Actually, he wasn\u0026apos;t exactly saying the truth there, but he wasn\u0026apos;t truly lying either - sure, the university, the Mages Guild, the royal gardens, all of those would be interesting, and the latter would be a splendid place to have a date with Emma, but he lacked access to all of those, not being a member of any of the social groups that would have given him the credentials. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go back to the tavern, where you can take on the clothing. Then we can maybe go to the bathhouse... or... \u0026quot; he had a hard time thinking of a place where entertainment could be found, except the tavern or the marketplace. After all, in the Industrial Quarters, just about every single building was either a tavern, a combination of a shop and a house, a combination of a workshop and a house, or a warehouse. While in the Inner Quarters... mostly houses for the rich, the university, the bathhouse, and the Left Hand of Salashi.\u003Cbr\u003ENot much to go on.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T21:24:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523561055,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Chiaro \u0026quot;It does... i almost feel accustomed to this lifestyle already. Though, it may just be because i have a palain at my side, treating me with love and care.\u0026quot; She explained, chucking lightly. The two got on the horse, though this time Stephanus guided her onto the horse and placed her in front of him instead. They slowly rode through the street, away from all the people. Stephanus was kissing her cheek, showing his affection and she accepted it - in a way, showing her affection. Emma looked towards his right hand which was holding the clothes he had bought for her. \u0026quot;Oh my, sorry! i didn\u0026apos;t even think to carry those, even though you were nice enough to pay for them.\u0026quot; she said, feeling a wave of stupidity and ungratefulness flow through her. She grabbed the clothes and held them close to her body, making sure he didn\u0026apos;t lose it in any way. \u003Cbr\u003EStephanus sounded conflicted, when Emma said she wanted to be shown around. He reccomended that they went home, so she could put on her clothes, but she thought of something else. \u0026quot;Maybe we can go to the bathhouse now and after i\u0026apos;m all clean, i can put on the clothes you\u0026apos;ve gifted me. That way i will smell nice and not ruin the new clothes.\u0026quot; she remarked, hoping he\u0026apos;d agree with the idea. She was still slightly worried about it being a public gender-neutral bathhouse, though much less so, ever since the two expressed their love. She already saw him as a boyfriend, though it wasn\u0026apos;t entirely official yet.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T21:32:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523561552,                "user": "Emma Chiaro"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded, although he wondered how accustomed she would remain once things started going back to normal - or rather, once he went back to his own daily business, with him often being a bit busy, and her also having to make herself busy. But he pushed away all those troubling thoughts, and instead focused on providing love and care for Emma, whom he already felt a great deal of affection for. He already saw her as a potential future wife, especially if this romance between the two of them is to stand the test of time. He let her take the clothes, and carry them with herself.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sure, we should go to the bathhouse. That might be the best idea.\u0026quot; And in fact, he may not have told her at all - as he took it for all natural - but it was in fact a gender-neutral public bathhouse. No other kinds of bathhouses exist in this world. There are private rooms for families and small groups of friends to bathe in, but aside from that, it\u0026apos;s a public bathhouse, for lots of people, children, women, men and the elderly, poor and rich alike, to bathe together and get clean.\u003Cbr\u003ESo he rode towards the same location they started from, the stables near the Left Hand of Salashi, where they can park the horse and go to the bathhouse. The road semed to pass a little faster than before, as Stephanus needed not to preoccupy himself with explaining away the city. It took a bit of time until they arrived to the stables, where the usual business followed - dismounting the horse, letting it remain there, and then taking Emma\u0026apos;s hand, and leading her... this time to the bathhouse, which was in opposite of the tavern they were staying at. They could already see some steam leaking out of the beautiful building they were about to enter.\n",               "date": "2018-04-12T21:40:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1523562015,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Grandfolk, Inner City"    } ]