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[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "It was a hot summer day in Southern Etrand, in the village - or small town, as its inhabitants prefer to refer to it - of Talon. In Southern Etrand, the climate is said to be far milder and friendlier than up in the north... but what they didn't mention is that summers tend to be scorchingly hot and dry. Such a rural town is surrounded by wooden walls, separated in two by a river, inhabited overwhelmingly by people content with living in wooden huts, tending to their crops, cattle, pigs, sheep or goats. Aside from the church, just about every building was built out of timber. Certainly, a very romantic sight for someone not used to it, but for its inhabitants, it was nothing special. Aside from the farmlands, there was a forest nearby, there was the river, and when it wasn't summer, the climate was nice and mild. Almost like an idyllic paradise.\n\n\n''The knight made his way into the village, or rather, the tavern of the village, to see who might be there. As expected, all the patrons were drinking beer from wooden mugs, and eating their food from wooden plates, with utensils made out of wood. Truth be told, he came here for a reason, but he is not compelled to tell anyone just yet.\n",               "date": "2018-08-02T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533160800,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "The soft hum of conversation drifted through the background of the room as the patrons went about their meals and drinks. The occasional shout of joy or playful argument breaking through the din as the townsfolk began unwinding after a long hard and hot day in the field. Simple but good meals were being served by weaving and laughing staff as they slipped through the growing crowd to keep beer and plates full.\n\n\nThankfully she had already done her share of the prep work earlier, sure it made for a long hot morning/afternoon but come the dinner rush she finally was able to get off her feet. Having worked especially hard to finish even earlier she'd managed to snag the small wobbly bench by one of the small windows before any anyone else. It was there she'd curled herself up, a slim arm draped lightly across the open window sill. The other gently grasping a small leather bound book with a well worn blue ribbon hanging from the spine. Making it dancing in the slight breeze that blew across her face in relief\n",               "date": "2018-08-02T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533160800,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The paladin entered the building. He had a long, breast-length oak-brown hair, azure-blue eyes, was dressed in chainmail and metal breastplate, with a tunic over his breastplate containing the logo of his order. From the very sight of his, it was clear, that he was a member of a knightly order, armed to the teeth... except that he didn't come to fight against anyone. Not really. He came here to eat and drink. That is the actual reason he is here... and to maybe eavesdrop on some rumours.\n\n\nSo he made his way towards the bar, and began asking for food and something to drink. \"Excuse me! Could I have some bread, with some cooked meat? And maybe some beer or wine? I will pay for it generously.\"He knew that in these parts of the world, food, water and shelter were more expensive for strangers than to natives - and he also knew that most of the time, price is relative. A man in armour is always expected to pay more than a man in rags. So began the waiting game, to see who might be the one tending.\n",               "date": "2018-08-02T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533160800,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Lost in the pages of her book and the cool breeze she failed to hear the newcomers call above the din of the locals ratcheting up their rowdiness. Technically she was on a break anyways but that was quickly interrupted by a hard cuff upside her ear, the surprising blow stunning her momentarily as her book fell out the window and into the dusty road. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was, was always the same here. The inn keeper's daughter who thought she was better than everyone else, and when you had no other choice of employment in such a small town that was the price you paid. An angry finger and glower directed her attention to the obvious stranger. There was no way he was a local, not with armor like that. \"Yes Ma'am\" she murmured quietly and rose. Sandal wrapped feet carrying her deftly through the crowd as she had to dip, swerve and sway around the other servers and patrons with their foaming mugs of cheap common ale.\n\n\nSoft fingers lightly wrapped on his cold steel elbow as she sidled up to the bar, having to squeeze between a field hand and the warrior to gather his attention \"I'm sorry for the delay Sir, what would you like? I'll be sure to have it to you in just a moment\" Her red eyed gaze flickering from his back towards the Inn Keep's daughter till the woman finally went back to minding her own business and tables.\n",               "date": "2018-08-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533247200,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "He had mixed feelings about the acomodation. He already suggested before what would he ask for, but, at least the one getting up to tending to him was a beautiful woman, one that is certainly a sight to be beheld. Sure, cute girls tending to bars and serving drinks is nothing out of the ordinary. But this one... an elf in Etrand? It's not that elves are super-rare in Etrand, as they form a noticeable minority, especially within cities, but... an elven barmaid in a rural tavern? Now that's extraordinary.\n\n\n\"Right... I would like a mug of beer, with some bread, cooked meat and eggs, and maybe some dried figs and dates, if available.\"\n\nThat is what he said, that is what he asked for, while looking at this most beautiful woman. He wasn't sure how would he go on about asking for anything else, but he figured that for now, he would simply ask pay what he is asked to pay, and maybe chat with her after she has delivered the goods to him. She might be worth hearing out, after all. So he waits for her to answer, or rather, to state the price, so he can pull out his gold and pay for it. He certainly had more than enough money to pay for this meal, and even more, so money was not an issue at all. Only after paying, would he seek out an empty table, if one was available to begin with. If not, then the bar may have to do it.\n",               "date": "2018-08-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533247200,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "The  sound of the man's voice would draw her attention back to him, though her thoughts still lingered on the miserable woman who ruled her life at times. But in the end there was nothing she could do. Jobs weren't exactly readily available around here, especially when you didn't come from one of the local families. \"Yes M'lord, right away\"  she murmured, barely audible among the commotion. There was something unsettling in the way his gaze locked onto hers, something hard and determined that lurked beneath the surface that seemed far more intimidating than the armor and weapons that lay strapped about his frame.\n\n\nWith barely a sound she'd slip from his side, narrowly avoiding being run over by a staggering farm hand with a half empty mug of ale and foam coating his mustache and beard. This she barely noticed though as she headed towards the kitchens to place the mans request. She swore she could feel the heat of his gaze burrowing between her shoulder blades, until she disappeared through the swinging saloon style doors and into the heat and chaos of the kitchen where thankfully his presence seemed to lift like a popped bubble.\n",               "date": "2018-08-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533247200,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "Either the girl was really good at hiding what she was feeling, or Stephanus was dense enough to be completely obvious to the fact that she found his gaze rather intimidating. His hearing was good enough to hear what she replied to him, and he wanted to ask about the price first, but it was too late - she already disappeared to place the order, so he just sighed. Truth be told, he had no bad intentions. He merely found her beautiful, attractive, and even somewhat cute - it was no intention of him to creep her out with his glare. In fact, it wasn't his intention to look intimidating either. But even with the best intentions... those scsars on his face definitely aren't helping. Or the fact that he has been a man of the sword ever since he was a little child, having never really learned how to put up a nice little friendly smile without exaggerating.\n\n\nBut there he was, waiting for the food to arrive, while sitting at one of the previously empty tables, sighing a little. Only after a little bit of thinking, did he realize something...'' ~ Hmmm... she seemed somewhat distressed... I should talk to her once she comes back. It can't hurt. Besides, I want to extract some juicy rumours anyway, and she may have some. Either way... ~ he thought to himself.\n",               "date": "2018-08-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533247200,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "''Tucking herself between 2 counters to stay out of the way she chewed her bottom lip, trying to be as invisible as she could until the mans food would be ready. The last thing she wanted was to run into that woman again. Hopefully the rest of the night would go uneventfully and she could retire to her small pallet above the stable and quietly read her book by the small stub of candle she'd managed to scrounge up while cleaning yesterday. \"Isaya! Here girl, take this damn thing, I don't have time for your daydreaming, the men are hungry\" The cooks harsh voice though loud wasn't overly rude, he always got this way during the rush. \"Sorry Sal, Thank you, Thank you!\" she called, nimble fingers taking the heavily laden tray and staggering under its weigh until she could get her forearm under it.\n\n\n''She noticed the cut of meat was one of their best and he'd been given 2 mugs of their really good beer, the owner's personal cask by the smell of it. Shaking her head she almost felt sorry for the man. He'd be charged nearly 3x what this actually would be worth and of course the bill wouldn't come due till he'd drunk himself senseless and the owner could poach even more coin from him. But it wasn't her place to judge. Dipping her shoulder to press through the door she'd made it only a few steps before harsh fingers dug hard enough to bruise into the back of her arm. The tray of food and drink nearly toppling as she stumbled and turned back to the inn keeps daughter. The dark hatred in the womans eyes sending a cold wave down her spine. \"Girl, you be sure that man enjoys himself, and don't you dare let his mug get empty till his head hit's that table. Got it? other wise I'll have father toss your scrawny ass back out onto the streets\"\n\nJust like that the witch was gone, leaving her standing there, arm aching and a slowly growing knot of fear building in the pit of her stomach. With unsteady feet she'd slide up beside him at his table, the tray wavering and rattling slightly as she set it before him. Causing a bit of beer to slop over the side and onto his steak. \"Oh my! I'm so sorry!\" she whispered, her right hand fluttering up to cover her mouth as she stared wide eyed at the beer splashed steak. There was no way she could go back to the kitchen so soon with that now\n",               "date": "2018-08-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533247200,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The knight patiently waited until it began arriving. But then... disaster happened. As she brought the steak, she splashed some of the beer on it. For the knight, it was a roulette of emotions. Should he be angry at her? Should he be forgiving this time? After all, she seemed rather distressed. Maybe this would be his opportunity to calm her down and actually talk to her. So he just tried to force a smile while looking at her with half-closed eyes, responding.\"Oh, don't mind it, after all, they all go to the same place, right? Why don't you sit down and have a talk with me instead? You seem rather... distressed.\" he said to her, as he intended to take both the steak and the beer... or what remained of it.\n\n\nOnly then, would he use one of the wooden utensils to take a bit of the steak, and put it into his mouth like an aristocrat would, then down it with beer.\"Have a seat, beautiful one, and say what might be bothering you. The likes of me are here to help.\"he said rather casually, but he wasn't really lying either - he was a paladin after all, a hero of justice. And he was openly inviting this barmaid to sit at his table. It sounds like he is finally getting his opportunity to talk to this woman. He is no mind-reader at all, but he can make a few fairly accurate guesses and assumptions based off what he has seen so far - seen, but not really overheard.\"I assume you must be the innocent, pretty face, sweating hard to give a more accomodating front to an institution ran by unsavory folks, right?\" complementing her beauty once again, and also trying to dig a bit into her head with the intent of easing her up a little, so he can extract some more useful information afterwards.\"May I know about the price of the food you delivered to me? I strongly prefer paying upfront, and this method of paying after the meal is somewhat unorthodox to me... I will pay you generously for your services as well.\" there was hidden flirting in here again: the ulterior motive of paying her directly, instead of whoever is treating her like a slave. Aside from local rumours, he had so many more questiosn to ask, but he assumes, that until he can get her to trust him, it is no time to ask those questions. Besides, it might be more ideal to ask that question somewhere more private.\n",               "date": "2018-08-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533247200,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Chewing her bottom lip,  nervously she hesitated at first with his request, too many thoughts running through her head before she forced herself to take a deep breath. \"Umm, well the price will be.....\" She just couldn't do it, the man, at least to her instincts seemed genuine in his questions. Glancing back towards the bar she'd lightly let her small hand rest on his forearm, the armor cold and hard beneath her fingers as she leaned in. A fake smile curving her lips for the benefit of those around them as she whispered in his ear. Her warm breath tickling him and the faint scent of strawberries surrounded them. \"I'm supposed to get you really drunk so that they can overcharge you without you realizing. Please don't say anything, I really need this job\" Her nervous gems met his for the briefest of moments as they were nearly nose to nose before she slipped smoothly into the chair, the fake smile plastering her face again.\n\n\nBeneath the table she crossed her legs, her hand leaving his arm as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her simple black skirt before rising up to nervously play with her hair. Pointed tips of her ears peaking through her ruby tresses as she shifted slightly and settled more into the chair beside him. Unsure if he wanted to talk or eat first she waited patiently though her attention flickered around the room following the inn keep's daughter now and again\n",               "date": "2018-08-04T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533333600,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "DId he want to talk to her, or to eat? To be fair, a little of both. He uses the wooden knife to cut the meat into tiny pieces while talking, takes a small bite, eats it, continues talking, then takes a break to take a bite, and then downs it with the beverage she brought him. But he talks.\"Right. I see...\" then he had to think for a moment. Is he going to tell her, that he is going to fake being drunk? There are many injustices in this world - he as a paladin might have made it his duty to fight injustice, but he cannot fight it literally everywhere. If he somehow decides to help this one woman, what about all the others may also be in her boots? Is it morally right to save one, but ignore the others? Well, in the end, he made up his mind.... and said something.\"Have you considered Grandfolk? It's a big city with much better jobs for someone like you... But either way, I'll try my best to get drunk fast. The food is very delicious by the way.\"\n\n\nAnd he kept on eating and drinking. One mug of beer already exhausted, he asked for the next.\"Bring the next, beautiful one, then we'll talk more.\" he said, continuing to eat while she would be away, to finish the meat. Then wait for her return. Only after her return would he speak to her again. He assumed that she was an immigrant. Elves weren't native to Etrand. Technically, netiher were humans, but they were in majority, so... So he decided to ask.\"So what convinced you to come to this part of the world? My job is to fight injustice wherever it dwells, so you can tell me, if something is troubling you, beautiful one...\"\n",               "date": "2018-08-05T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533420000,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Chewing her bottom lip nervously while the man ate she'd have her attention pulled back to him when he spoke. Red ruby eye'd gaze meeting his briefly before darting away again. Relief washed through her like a flood when he mentioned going along with their intentions. Maybe she'd get through this night alright and manage to keep both her job and sleeping area. But leave? Leave the tavern and town? strange, she'd never actually thought of that. Not since she'd ended up here so many years ago \"Grandfolk? Is...is it nice there?\"\n\n\nBefore he could answer she'd slide from her chair, sandal wrapped feet making hardly a sound as she smoothed the wrinkles in her black skirt and disappeared into the crowd for several minutes. The daughters hunting stare tracking her angrily until Isaya returned with a tray and 3 towering mugs of Ale that seemed to please the woman by the greedy grin and gleam in her eye. Little did anyone know 2 of which she'd actually dumped out the small window in the back of the kitchen and refilled with water while the rest of the kitchen staff had been busy. Her heart hammered at the audacity of her decision to dupe the owner and his family but the man was too kind.\n\nFlashing him a conspiratorial wink as she resumed her seat, several strands of her long ruby red hair drifted lightly across your shoulder and cheek before settiling about her shoulders. Scooting her chair slightly closer to you she'd smile for the benefit of the room and set another glass before you. Its contents filled with cool clear water but filled a little low so other's hopefully wouldn't notice \"I just kind of ended up here a few years ago, my parent's and I were traveling to a new home father had found for us, but then....well, the road can be dangerous ya know?\" With that she'd get quite for a moment, fingers nervously playing with one another in her lap.\n",               "date": "2018-08-06T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533506400,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "\"I see.... well, I was born in Grandfolk. I grew up there. It's definitely much safer for your kind. You'd feel right at home there. Work is easier to come by, and so long as you stay out of the slums, the people are nice and welcoming.\" but they are nearly always in a rush to somewhere, something he neglected to mention. There was a bit of condescension there - he referred to the fact, that there is an Elven Enclave within Grandfolk, and that there is a significant Elven minority in there. Truth be told, big cities and their citizens always seem far more accommodating not because they are actually nicer people, but because they don't have time to develop petty rivalries with newcomers - they are too busy being in a rush to work to be tribal like that. \"In fact, if you hadn't visited Grandfolk yet, it's definitely worth doing so... \"\n\n\nHe accepted the beer and water she brought for him. He began by drinking that huge mug of beer. He has a rather strong resistance for alcohol - he neglected to mention that it takes quite some time for him to get drunk. \"Oh yes, but when I go back to Grandfolk, this is what I will most definitely miss - the beer. Rural beer has a special charm that sets it apart from the swill they brew in the city.... hicc.\" and the last hicc was obviously fake. He was pretending to be drunk, but he wasn't really a good actor. In fact, it is quite easy to see through it. Even a child could see through it. \"Now, come closher, beautiful one, I'm gonna tell ya' a shecret...\" he said, with a fake drunk accent of a sorts, basically summoning her closer, so that she can hear his whispers, or quiet talk.\n\nThen he switches back to his normal voice, normal speech.\"Do you want to come with me when I go back to Grandfolk? I'll be away for a few days from tomorrow, but when I come back, I will be spending another night here, and then go back to Grandfolk. I'll be also asking for a room tonight. And the night I come back.\"he said to the woman.He previously neglected to mention that he intends to stay overnight... and now that he is thinking of it, who knows what kind of tricks her employers might pull on her. They might force her to pay a visit to his room, to 'extort' extra money out of him. He didn't even want to think about it. So he just drank the rest of the beer.... and the water.\n",               "date": "2018-08-06T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533506400,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Listening to him earnestly, her mind swirled with the possibilities. She'd never considered leaving before, this was where she'd ended up and had been taken care of after a fashion. Was it the happiest place? Of course not but everywhere was like that right? Wasn't the misery you knew better than the uncertainty of the open road? Especially with the memory of her parents horrendously attacked and killed on the very same road that led into and out of this town. The man's sad attempt at acting to be drunk made a slender brow arch at him as she scooted her chair closer, her strawberry scent surrounding them again as she leaned in to hear the rest of his offer and consider.\n\n\nOut of the corner of her eye she caught the Owners expression as he regarded Isaya and the man at the table, his scrutiny making her shrink in upon herself for a moment before turning back to you and propped her chin in her hand, elbow on the table like you were telling the most engaging story of her young life. \"I've never been to really big city before, I think it would be so confusing and scary, I mean you wouldn't know anyone or how to get anywhere. Oh, you want a room? I'll be sure to get you the best one when ever your ready. Can I get you any mugs or anything?\" Pointedly her hand would rest on his cold steeled forearm that was grasping one of the waters''\n", "date": "2018-08-07T12:25:47.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1533637547, "user": "Isaya" },           {                "content": "The paladin certainly did not expect something so unexpected, as this woman deciding to rest her hand on her forearm. But he didn't assume a weird expression at all. '''\"It's not scary at all, no... you just have to use your mouth to get what you want, ask questions... like what I do when I arrive in a village like this. But yes, I do in fact want a room for this night.\" he stated quite plainly to her. While yes, he found her very attractive, and was willing to help her out - even if he was hesitant to do so - he decided not to drag on that specific topic for now. He just remembered that he completely forgot to ask her about any potential juicy rumours. He didn't facepalm himself, but this certainly frustrated him. How is he going to switch topics? Just like that?\n\n\n\"Right, speaking of which... have you heard any rumours from around here? Anything extraordinary? I mean, aside from an extraordinary beauty like you...\" he couldn't resist putting in a little bit of flirt there. He couldn't believe that he was continuing to have a conversation with her while her hand was resting on his metallic forearm. Most normal men would get the hint, and try something bold. But he wasn't a normal man... or was he? Well, he did go along, and as there was nothing left for him to eat or drink, he leaned closer, and if there was no resistance at all, he kissed her forehead. Whether she allowed it or not, he would eventually stand up.\"Well then... I would like to pay for it all, and receive my key.\"'''\n", "date": "2018-08-07T00:00:00.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1533592800, "user": "Stephanus" },           {                "content": "Thinking  to all the stories that constantly circled a small town such as this she couldn't think of anything of note that would matter to someone like him. It was doubtful he cared that the butchers wife was sleeping with the shoe maker or that creepy old Tom was back to bothering the children again and mother's had to be especially watchful at times. The press of his warm lips to her forehead made her blink in surprise but a small smile couldn't help but curve her lips, her first genuine one of the evening. It wasn't often she was shown affection, especially as tender as that. Rising with him she'd slip a hand into a small pocket of her skirt, a slightly rusty and well worn key emerging as she slipped an arm around your waist for you to lean on as if you were having trouble standing. \"Right this way M'lord, our best rooms already waiting, You can pay once your settled in if you'd like, that way I can fetch you a bottle of wine or something stronger if you'd like?\"\n\n\n''Her voice would have a strange sound to it and if he was perceptive he'd catch the Inn Keeper watching them intently from behind the bar as he handed out drinks. The mans dark glare turning approvingly as she took part of your weight and tried to guide you towards the stairs. The biggest room they had was the on the 2nd floor way in the back above the kitchens. \"Please come...before he get's mad\" she'd whisper as she glanced up at you, wide nervous red gems peered up at you as she grasped your cold armor against her side. Goosebumps rippling along her arms \"Now that you mention it though I do think the countryside has been having issues with bandits again, none right close to town thankfully but at the next one up I believe I heard one of the traders complaining in the marker. Comeon now, let's get you to your room and that armor off, that can't be comfortable at all\"\n",               "date": "2018-08-08T12:26:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533724005,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "He simply nodded to her, and followed her all the way up, expecting nothing special. That creepy inkeeper irked him somewhat, but he pretended not to notice it, and just went along with Isaya. Truth be told, he didn't expect much - he has already seen that in this building, pretty much everything is made out of wood - except for the select few things made out of iron, looking cooking tools, door hinges and locks. So he is already expecting the room to contain wood, wood, and more wood... and maybe some cloth and hay on the bed.\n\n\nAnd chances are, he wouldn't be disappointed - even if it was said to be the best room. Nevertheless, he wasn't squeamish, so he let the beautiful lady lead him to the room, to open the door, let him into the room... and as she said, the armour should go off. And it will go off. Truth be told, he doesn't require her assistance to take that armour off. Contrary to the popular myth, even the most complex form of plate armour can be taken on by someone alone, and taken off as well - it will just take longer. But he wasn't wearing full plate armour. He was wearing a breastplate, sure, as well as some plated pauldrons and plated arm-protection, but underneath of all of those was simple chainmail, and underneath that was gambeson. He could have used his magic, his telekinessis to take them all off, or even take them off without any magic... but he decided to enjoy her service of taking his armour off, if she elected to do that.\n\n\"Thank you, beautiful one... Say, what is your name?\"\\- off course\\, he wouldn't tell his own\\, until she replied one way or another\\. Whether she told him her name\\, or said \"it's a secret\"\\, his next sentence \\- following hers\\, off course \\- would be \"My name's Stephanus Tavilrond.\" and he almost continued it with \"you may have heard of me\", but he was far more humble than that. Truth be told, he was in fact known in several parts of Etrand, despite being a lowly paladin of commoner origins.\n",               "date": "2018-08-08T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533679200,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "The climbing of the stairs and hallway went far easier than she expected, the Knight was indeed no where's near drunk and as such she actually didn't have to carry his weight for which she was glad. Her slender build would probably break beneath him if he was to trip and stumble. Finally when the door shut to the room and yes to be honest it wasn't anything special at least she could personally swear to it being clean and free of bedbugs, the mattress even was only slightly lumpy. With the rest of the world sealed away down below in a slight din that barely traveled down the hall she seemed to sag with relief, the tension dropping from her shoulders as she stood up and ran her fingers through her long soft hair. His words caught her by surprise again, you'd think she'd get used to it but it was a rare thing for someone to care enough to even ask. \"Isaya\" she barely whispered a small smile curved her lips as she met his gaze, right leg swept gracefully behind the other as she dipped into a curtsy and bowed her head. \"It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Tavilrond\"\n\n\nToned legs rised fluidly as she grinned again and step up to him \"May I?\"  She inquired lightly, hoping that he would allow she'd start to work at his buckles and straps. Though new to her, by the 3rd strap on his breastplate her nimble fingers worked smoothly and quickly, gasping at the weight of the metal shoulder pieces and the breastplate when it came free and setting it on the floor propped against the wall. Running her fingers through her hair again she turned back to regard you in your chainmail shirt, not quite sure how to help with it. Ruby red gems seeking yours out for guidance as she stood before him\n",               "date": "2018-08-09T12:19:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533809968,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "To be fair, Isaya was getting confused at one of the easiest pieces of clothing to remove. That chainmail hauberk is... very easy. It takes about as much effort as removing a sweater.... aside from the weight of the metal itself. So, in the end, he only had to raise his arms so that Isaya could begin to help with removing that chainmail hauberk from his body. Given how she seemed to have no real issues with taking down his metal breastplate, he assumes she wouldn't have too much problems taking down something that was essentially a sweater made out of metal chains - which in fact was somewhat heavier than the breastplate, which was constructed of rather thin plates of metal.\n\n\nIn the end, it was all contingent on whether she was strong enough to lift it up or not. If she wasn't... he would simply take it down himself. What would follow, the gambeson was much lighter and easier to remove. Underneath that, it was regular clothing. Just a linen shirt, and trousers. Then he looked at Isaya, and took his hand onto her hand. To be fair, he wasn't much of a charmer... but he felt like this was an opportunity he could not pass. But even when being opportunistic, he was playing it safe - he did not attempt to kiss her lips, but instead, went for her cheek. This way, he can safely test just how much consent is she going to give, by judging from her reaction. If it is positive, the next one will go to her neck.\n",               "date": "2018-08-09T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533765600,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Staggering under the weight of his shirt as she peeled its mass off his back and had it land heavily in her arms. Shed set it aside near his breastplate and return to helping him doff the rest of his gear. When his large, calloused hand captured her's she'd look to him curiously until she felt the press of his lips against her cheek. A faint rose hue climbed her throat splashing her pale flesh with color as she bit her bottom lip and sighed the softest bit. She felt herself lean towards him instinctively as she reached up, delicate fingertips pressing lightly to his chest to steady herself. This wasn't like her, but the stress of this place, the constant waring of emotions, it was just so nice to have someone who genuinely seemed to care. Even if it all evaporated at any moment she was starving enough to take whatever she could. Fingers would curl into the fabric of his linen shirt, clinging almost desperately to keep him from pulling away as she stood on trembling knee's.\n\n\nHer normally active mind simply went blanket at the feeling of another closer to her, his presence was almost overwhelming in the small confines of the room but overbearing like one would presume. There was a firm gentleness to him that he seemed to radiate naturally in his every action. Granted this cold all be some ploy, a trick by the owner or just the mans own carnal needs seeking a way to ensnare her. But she found herself not caring anymore, at least for right now. Let this moment, this time be selfishly for her, for what she wanted. To be desired, to feel as if you had worth was the greatest feeling she craved and there in his arms she drank deeply from that fountain\n",               "date": "2018-08-10T12:57:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533898656,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The paladin knew, that he basically got a jackpot. This woman was clinging onto him, she seemed to respond positively to his minor kiss... so this is where he made up his mind to go for the kill. Truth be told, he hesitated for a bit. Even though he wasn't romantically involved with anyone, he knew that women weren't like men - spend one night with a woman, and if you don't declare your everlasting love for her the following morning, she and the whole world will consider you a perverted pig. But at this point... he decided not to care - he figured, he would think of something later.\n\n\nSo he decided to go in for the \"kill\" - to make his attempt to kiss Isaya on the lips. He simultaneously put his hand onto Isaya's chest. Going in to kiss her on the lips and put his hand onto her chest, if she allowed it to happen. Should he be allowed to go in for these, he continues by turning the regular kiss into a tongue-kiss, to lick her tongue passionately. This would be most certainly followed by, or even accompanied by awkward attempts to undress completely. Should this tongue-kiss end any time soon, it would be followed by kisses on Isaya's neck, and her nipples.\n",               "date": "2018-08-11T12:06:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1533982014,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Tender pink lips parted for his probing tongue as she stretched up on her tippy toes to increase the pressure of their mouths. His teasing swirling tongue would find hers timidly eager, its muscle coaxing and stroking yours as you slipped past her lips and invaded her mouth. Small heated mounds filled your hands as she gasped out softly when your palms pressed against her breasts, small aching nipples strained against the thin silk until they burned against your grasp. Taking a step back and gasping for breath, her heated gaze watched as you quickly though with less grace than one would imagine slipped out of your shirt and trouser, boots falling across the room until you stood there naked before her. That rosey hued blush further coloring her milky white skin as she stood there on trembling knee's, her lips swollen and flushed from your passionate kiss. Her ruby red gaze swept the length of your chisled and scared frame, drinking in every harsh angle and muscle that flexed with your every movement. There was strength in this man\n\n\nTimidly she cast her eyes away as she easily untied the red bow around her neck, its errant fabric drifting lightly down to the floor as button by button she undid her shirt. The soft pale swells of her breasts peeking through until finally she slipped it from her arms and left it scattered on the floor. Bare chested and suddenly shy she'd wrap her arms across her chest, hiding her aching nipples that moments ago burned into his palms. Suddenly bashful in the realization of how much she wanted and needed him\n",               "date": "2018-08-13T11:53:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534154037,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "There can be absolutely no denial, that this knight has found the jackpot. She was not only receptive and beautiful, but rather delicious too. That kiss on her nipples felt very good to him. Very very good. He himself did not even understand what had come to him, only that he wanted to be with this woman... for the time being, that is. Her breasts may have been small, but they felt good to the touch, and her nipples were inviting enough to convince him to begin sucking one one of them, after the initial kiss. Any sounds she may make as a response to this will only further encourage him to do this even more.\n\n\nFor him, he has already discarded his shirt, but not his pants yet. There was no need to discard it - along with his loincloth - just yet, as he was too busy appreciating her mammaries to operate down there. Indeed, he kept kissing and suckling on her breasts, maybe occasionally returning to her lips, but overall, her breasts remained the point of his focus. They were so intoxicating, even more than any alcohol she had served him. In the end however, he did try to begin taking his pants down, as the instincts drove him to do what every man does to such a pretty woman who offers herself up on a silver platter. He wanted her. He wasn't thinking rationally, as what he would do to her in the near future could have unforeseen consequences. All he knew is that he wanted her.\n",               "date": "2018-08-13T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534111200,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Moaning softly every time his lips claimed her nipples she'd tremble, knee's shaking lightly beneath her skirt as she threaded her fingers through your hair. Nails lightly scraping your scalp as she looked down at this hardened man half dressed, his mouth hungrily dancing between her soft mounds and strawberry flavored lips. When he'd step back to fumble with his pants she'd quickly slip out of her sandals and run a hand through her hair. She couldn't believe she was doing this, rationally she knew she shouldn't, but there wasn't any way for her to put out the fire that he'd started. She'd never had a man worship her nipples like that, even now their damp numbs ached and strained for more attention.\n\n\nSeeing him struggle in his eagerness she'd take a bold step forward, which was never usually her case. Small delicate fingers would rest gently on his hands as she looked up at him with tousled hair, cheeks coloring  \"allow me M'lord\"  she whispered, barely heard as she slowly dragged the waist band of his pants down his hips and over the hard muscles of his ass. Bare feet would shift upon the well worn and old wooden floor as she knelt. The same floor biting into her knee's slightly until she finally had your pants around your ankles and her warm breath tickled your thighs. Her soft red eyes gazed up at you through the freely shaken tumble of hair as she knelt before you bare chested. The black skirt draped lightly across her own pale thighs.\n",               "date": "2018-08-14T11:49:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534240173,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "Very good, very good. He did not even need to convince her to do what he previously struggled with doing. So he took his hand onto her head, and began rubbing, as a reward for her act of trying to take down his pants and loincloths. Truth be told, he didn't originally intend it to happen this way. He didn't plan it like this... but this is a pleasant change, as now, after his masculine instrument of seed-spreading will be exposed, they will be able to do something different, before the ultimate deed. That's right - he was now intending for her to fellate him, before he would penetrate her feminine cave of wonders with his battering ram of life.\n\n\nAs such\\, he waited till he undressed his lower part\\, rubbing her head all along \\- and when \\it\\ was exposed\\, he took his hand onto her head again\\, to guide it towards his erected member\\. He intended her to take it in\\, so that he could continue rubbing her head\\, as a reward of a sort\\. But he was also curious about what would she do\\.\n",               "date": "2018-08-15T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534284000,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "His fingers through her hair felt glorious, and embarrassingly so she got distracted for a moment in just the feel of his rough calloused hands threading their way through her silky locks. Her gaze softly closed as she leaned into his touch, much like a kitten hoping for further affection and a soft purr rumbled in the back of her throat. That is until she'd leaned forward enough that your loincloth and its swelling rod beneath suddenly pressed against her cheek as she had leaned too far. Sitting up quickly she'd blush even brighter before her fingers make quick work of your loincloth, the scrap of fabric falling free as your member jerked at the cool air of the room and sudden freedom. Wide ruby red eyes locked onto that heat seeker as it twitched and pulsed with your wanton desire. Your prodding touch all the encouragement she needed as she leaned forwards, bracing her small warm hands on either side of your thighs for balance. Tilting her head just enough that the moist heat of her tongue could slowly lap the underside of your shaft, tracing that wide vein that ran along you. She could feel the heavy heat of you resting and dragging lightly across her smooth cheek after she'd pass. Strands of her silky hair tickling your thighs and rod \n\n",               "date": "2018-08-15T11:43:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534326188,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "It didn't exactly go as he had intended, but this was undoubtedly for the better. He was a simple man, while Isaya seemed rather eloquent and sophisticated. What he had in mind was something much more primitive, something much more simple, but he enjoyed this kind of treatment very much. Needless to say, the usage of her tongue, the unintended teasing of her hair, all of this made him moan. His hand remained at her head, between strands of her hair, rubbing gently, but now moving in to grab and pull it closer. He had no idea what was going to follow, but he was loving it. This woman was giving him a real premium treatment, and he did not even pay for it... yet. All he knows now, is that he is enjoying the treatment.\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-16T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534370400,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Sensing the eagerness in his grasping hands she'd smile, pressing her lips together as she dragged them up and down either side of his shaft. Letting the tip of her little pink tongue snake out and taste his flesh on each pass over the crown of his member. Finally when she could take the teasing no more she'd smile up at him, her soft lips pressing a light kiss to the tip as she just rested there with bright red eyes looking up at you and parted her mouth. Your grasping hands on the back of her head in control now as she slipped on of her hands around from your thigh to gently cup your dangling coin purse. Silky smooth small fingers lightly stroking and massaging them\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-16T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534370400,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "He responded in the appropriate manner, by continuing to rub her head, smiling at her, and moaning as a result to the premium treatment he was receiving from her. And for the first time, he would actually open speak intelligible, coherent words to her as well. \"There-there, good girl, you are a very good girl...\" as he kept rubbing her head and enjoying the treatment she was giving to him. He was not used to such treatment, so it is understandable that is going to twitch and come close to erupting even as early as this. In fact, it will only take just a few moments of teasing, stroking, kissing and sucking to make him erupt that white, semi-transparent, sticky liquid like a volcano would erupt lava. Into her mouth, none the less, unless she turns away in the last moment out of a desire not to swallow.\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-16T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534370400,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Feeling the pressure of his hands as he rubbed her head she'd slowly impale her face upon his spear, its thick hard warmth smooth against her tongue as the heat of her mouth took him to the root. Something in his praise, the gentleness of his touch made her want to truly bring him pleasure. Eagerly she began to bob and sway upon him, taking inch after inch over and over again until she watched the muscles in his thighs tense. Feel the slight sting of pain as his grip on her hair seized her upon him and then he was filling her mouth. Spurt after spurt of molten hot seed splashed against her tongue and throat as she tried to take all of him but she just couldn't. He must have been on the road a long time without a woman to warm his sheets and with a sputtering cough she managed to pull her lips from his jerking member. It's last few spasms splashing against her lips and chin to dribble down onto her aching breasts that he'd so lovingly devoured moments before.\n\n\nFlushed and breathless she sat back on her heels for a moment, cream smeared lips parted as she panted for breath, her small fingers still gently curled around your rod lightly stroking it till the last few drops dribbled out and onto her bare thighs. \"...is...M'lord....pleased?\"  she managed to say between breaths as she looked up at you, a bit of pride shinning in her eyes to bring the nice gentleman a moments pleasure.\n",               "date": "2018-08-16T10:21:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534407664,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "\"Off course he is...\" he said, patting and rubbing Isaya's head. He was very much satisfied with her. Truth be told, he did not tell her, but this was his very first time. He dared not to inform her of this fact. He intended to do something more to her this time, to penetrate her on the other side as well.... So after a few seconds of \"resting\" and rubbing Isaya's head, he decides to do even more - he first kisses Isaya's forehead as a reward for all her hard work, then he takes his hands onto her shoulders first, then they slide down to her arms, then to her hips, in an effort to lift her up closer to him, so he can kiss her neck first. Then his hands begin to explore her lower areas, checking if her panties are still there.\n\n\nHe intends to slide those panties off from her, and to put her onto the bed, and then penetrate her. But this all depends on whether she plays along or not. After all, there are plenty of risks involved. Many, many risks involved.\n",               "date": "2018-08-17T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534456800,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Gathering her breath as she sat back on her heels topless, her small perky mounds heaving with every breath as she watched him with shining eyes and a smile. Using her fingers to gather up his spunk as best she could she'd suckle it from her fingertip as she lightly rubbed her head and recovered himself. Her small warm fingers still gently cradled and squeezed his member, careful not to overstimulate its sensitive head. His rough calloused hands glidded smoothly over her warm bare shoulders and arms, sending a shiver racing up her spine as a small moan would slip past her lips when he'd pick her up to standing on trembling knee's. His touch would find beneath her skirt her simple white cotton panties clung damply to her flesh, having not the time nor courage to completely diverge herself of the garments in his eagerness.\n\n\nThe flickering light of several candles had the shadows dancing across his chiseled frame as she stood there in his arms, a doll for his desires as warm lips played across her tender neck and throat. The heady scent of her natural strawberry aroma now punctuated by the more primal needs her body was crying out for. Gently she'd wrap her arms around your back, nails lightly scratching at your muscles as she bit her lip and whimpered when your thick fingers slipped her panties down. Bare little feet trying to step out of them but your strong grip carried her to the bed, leaving her panties dangiling from an ankle as she looked up at you with needful eyes\n",               "date": "2018-08-17T10:48:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534495699,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The two were playing into the same game. He was eagerly transporting her to the bed, taking off her panties very eagerly, while she was touching him in ways that only served to encourage him even further to do it. In the end, the final result was him kissing her on the nose one last time, before he distanced himself from her, only to get closer to her again, but from a different angle. He ended up leaning over her, with his battering ram, his rod of eruptions aiming directly for her cave of wonders, the one that remained a mystery to him until now.\n\n\nAfter the first act of penetration, he pulled out, and then pushed back. He did not tell her that this was his first time doing this. He just groaned and moaned, as he began penetrating her, pushing in and pulling out coming so naturally to him, that his lack of experience feels nonexistent - it is almost instive to him. Her lovely body just demands to be treated like this. Her cave of wonders just demands to be prodded like this. He wants her. He desires her. Her eyes, her hair, her chest - everything about her is so inviting. He cares not for anything else in these moments of heat and passion. Not even the flickering of the candles bothers him.\n",               "date": "2018-08-19T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534629600,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Sprawled across the covers, her gentle eyes watched as you moved above her and claimed your pleasure. The sudden presence of your need sheathed between her thighs made her cry out. Delicate fingers that were oh so tenderly stroking your shoulders dug their nails in hard as her taught body arched into yours as you picked up the rhythm. What the gentleman lacked in experience he most certainly made up for with vigorous enthusiasm. \"Ohhhh goddess\" she gasped around parted lips. The shadows and light flickered and fought with one another across the paleness of her naked skin. The soft mounds of her small breasts swaying in time to your every thrust.\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-23T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1534975200,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The man certainly was in the heat of things right now. The whole process of ramming her might have been rather repetitive, mechanical, or even robotic, but he enjoyed every moment of it - and by the sounds of it, so did she. With each thrust, there was a silent groan, there was sweating, but there was also pleasure and joy for him. He was too busy pounding her to think about the deeper intricacies of life, but if he wasn't, he would have had to consider - what next? She is not a prostitute, after all, and they had no prior engagements. He did offer her previously, to take her to Grandfolk and help her around... but is that the price he will have to pay for this one night of pleasure? If so, he has certainly taken more than he has bargained for.\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-25T12:36:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535193412,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Stretched out there on the bed as he took his need of her she let herself go and get lost in the moment. There was so much stress and worry in her day to day life that even if only for a moment she could escape her reality and be lost, she would find a breath of freedom in it. This knight, this stranger had shown her far better kindness than anyone else in this town ever had. That even as her small body was bent to the primal will and desire she felt content. She was valued, cherished in the way his touch was tender upon her skin. The hesitancy in their initial embrace and how his eyes sought her permission gave her worth again. He wouldn't stay, she knew that, and knew she had no claim to him except for in this short passage of time and as such she was determined to make the most of it. In part yes, for her own selfish reasons but also to return the favor. He'd gifted her with such compassion that she owed him a debt and would give him everything he desired this night if it was within her power.\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-25T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535148000,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The knight continued the prodding and ramming, until 'it' eventually happened - well, that is, unless she actually made an effort to stop him. Unless she stopped him beforehand, he eventually ended up erupting into her feminine cave of wonders, releasing all that sticky white liquid, just like how he did into her mouth before. Off course, if she desired to stop him - presumably to prevent herself from getting pregnant - she could have easily made him pull out, and used her hand to get him to release onto something else. Regardless of whether he ended up coming into her, or onto anywhere else, in the end, he collapsed to the bed, stretching himself out, looking at Isaya. He didn't say anything yet, waiting for her to say something. He intends to come back for her, when the time comes.\n\n",               "date": "2018-08-25T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535148000,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "At the first sensation of his boiling hot seed splashing against the inside of her pussy she latched her legs around his ass and pulled him to the hilt as his body flexed and trembled in its release. Her own waves of selfish pleasure crashed through her senses as she mewled and squirmed against him until finally he was emptied. Exhausted and fucked until she was absolutely weak there was no way she could support him as he sprawled across the bed. The weight of one of his legs trapping her own as she lay there in a fog for several moments. \n\n\nThe rumpled fabric of her skirt which had never been removed was shoved obscenely about her waist baring her full nakedness for his gaze that she had neither the energy or wherewithal to adjust. Finally when here senses returned enough to catch her breath she'd roll her head to the size and take you in with her bright red gaze where she'd silently reach out and stroke your cheek with a trembling hand. \"thank you\" she whispered breathlessly as several small tears trickled down her cheek. Her eyes closing in embarrassment and overwhelmed with the emotion of their time.\n",               "date": "2018-08-25T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535148000,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The knight didn't really say anything to her, after she thanked him. Instead, he went on, to attempt to kiss her nose again, then her forehead. \"Thank you, sweetheart...\" he said to her, giving her one last kiss on the lips. After that, he closed his eyes, and would slowly drift into slumber - unless Isaya nudged him to pay extra money for this sexual encounter they just had. But if she didn't do that, he would slowly drift into slumber... only to remember to lock the door once the sound of her footsteps precedes her disappearence. Or, if she decides to stay in the room, he won't even have to worry about it at all.\n\n\nIf she didn't sleep with him literally, he would get up early in the morning, only to leave without even having a breakfast. There is no telling when he might return in that case - most likely days, but it would be one hell of a waiting for Isaya. But if Isaya literally slept him... then he would wake up next to her, probably get woken up by her, and that's when things can get a little bit more complicated.\n",               "date": "2018-08-27T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535320800,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Selfishly she'd let herself fall asleep there in the bed, the weight of him on the mattress nearby. Only a couple of hours though then she'd rise smoothly, surprisingly light and hopefully not disturbing him as she gathered up her clothes and dressed in the darkness. She didn't feel an ounce of shame at what she had done, while her employer had all but compelled it. It had been her decision in the end and a smile curved her lips as she took one last look at the sprawled out naked man. His face so soft and serene relaxed in sleep before she closed the door with a faint click. The mechanism locking behind her as she disappeared down to the serving quarters and took a cold bath. The icy water helping to shock her lethargic muscles awake for the coming chores she'd have to start in the morning.\n\n\nStepping free of the tub and drying off with the rough scratchy towel that at least was her own she reached down and gently brushed her smooth hairless sex with her fingertips. Ruby red eyes drifting closed as she slowly slid a finger through the lips of her slit. She could still feel the ache of him inside her and imagined it would probably last all day with how much he'd stretched her. Biting her lip and smiling she quickly got dressed and went off to start the cook fires for the morning food when everyone else woke up. When she saw the state of the common room though, spilled ale, food covered plates and more than a few piles of vomit left standing she sighed and the magical moment of the night was over. Back to work again it seemed.\n",               "date": "2018-08-28T12:54:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535453681,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "Having the deed done and over with - not having any serious afterthoughts about the potential possibility of having gotten her pregnant, or having defiled someone holding out for the One - he had his slumber until early in the morning, when he woke up, got all dressed up in his clothing and armour, and slipped out before he could have ran into Isaya. Truth be told, he wanted to say a last goodbye to her, promising that he would return and take her with himself... but that didn't happen. Instead, he just left. He left the town for four days, to be exact. He had his supplies of food and water - he went south.\n\n\nOnly after four days, would he return, with a backpack bulging with things, with a somewhat battered armour, with a rather tired expression on his face. Only then, he would he make his way to the tavern once again, this time deliberately intending to see Isaya. If he won't run into her as early as he enters the building, he will inquire about her, ask about her, ask specifically for an opportunity to talk to her in private.\n",               "date": "2018-08-29T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535493600,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "She'd saved the freshest bread and butter for breakfast that she could for that day when he awoke but he'd never come down. After waiting a long while in case he'd decided to sleep in she'd finally work up the courage to sneak up to his room when the main room got quiet. Cracking the door she'd see he'd been gone and apparently for some time by the lone candle she'd left burning for him when she'd left. It was silly, and she chastised herself for feeling sad at his loss but she knew it was just the way it was. With a sad smile and a moments pity for herself she steeled her resolve and returned back downstairs to her life of stagnation and near slavery.\n\n\nDay's had passed and always there was work to be done, evil stares and comments to be endured and back to work till the end of the day when she could sleep beside the kitchen fires and think about the gentle Knight who'd shown her a breath of kindness. So it was quite the shock when he was suddenly just there in the door frame, his battered armor and exhausted features making her gasp. A random old timer suddenly found himself with a tray full of ale mugs before him as she set it on the table and hurried over. \"Are...are you ok?\" she whispered quietly, unable to stop herself from reaching out and resting a small hand on the cold, dented armor that was still shiny from its fresh blows\n",               "date": "2018-08-29T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535493600,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The paladin smiled, but he certainly did not expect that kind of affection from the woman he spent one night with just days before. She stopped almost every thing she was doing, and hurried over to him, resting herself against his dented armour, almost like a soldier's wife seeing her long-lost husband return after years of service in a war. Certainly unexpected, but nevertheless welcomed. His immediately response was smiling and putting his hand onto her head, to rub it like that of a cat's. Only then, would he sigh and begin talking.\n\n\n\"I'm alive, so we could say that... But what about you?\" he asked while rubbing her head.\"Care to give me a beer while we talk once again?\" he asked from her, having a lot in mind. He wanted to ask a few questions, as before, but he also intended to talk about something more serious: about the relationship between them. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what to make of it. They made love, he finds her very attractive, but he doesn't know her enough to proclaim his everlasting love for her. Off course, he doesn't have the heart to say it to her like that - instead, he wants to offer her a chance in Grandfolk, in the city where he lives, offering her shelter at his house, at maybe some assistance at searching for a job. That is what he had in mind. Off course, even after a night spent in each other's arms, he thinks she may not really trust him. Nevertheless, he awaits her answer, as he wants to have a talk with her while drinking beer.\n",               "date": "2018-08-30T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535580000,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Her eyes would light up like those of a child when he rubbed her red, long red tresses quickly mussed from his hands but she didn't care the slightest bit. She knew she was acting like a silly school girl with a crush. But she hadn't expected to see him ever again, and that was alright with her but she couldn't stop the joy and smile that curved her lips at his return and gentle touch.'' \"A beer? Yes..yes of course, go grab a seat and I'll be right over\" and as quick as that she spun on her knee high heels and strode back over to the old man who had just started drinking one of the beers. His aged eyes lit up at his fortune only to quietly sigh as the other 3 where whisked away by her passing frame\n\n\nFrom the corner of her eye she spotted the Inn keeper coming over to yell at her, his face a quickly darkening thundercloud at her abandonment of her duties and possible free drinks given way. Tilting her head she drew his attention towards your battered armor as it crossed the room for its seat and the inn keeps countenance completely changed. His normally greedy smile even more greasy as he returned back behind the counter. As she made her way back towards you she'd try and reign in her excitement, though he could clearly see it shinning in her eyes.\n\nThe tray of 3 beers settled delicately at the table beside you as she stood there and twined her fingers in front of her black skirt. Not wanting to overstep her bounds or be too familiar by sitting with you. \"Can I get you anything else Sir?\" It may have seemed silly but she was really hoping he would, she felt safe when he was near. The inn keep and his daughter actually left her alone and there was just something gentle about him that she wasn't used to. Too many of the taverns patrons understood her position here and took liberties with grasping hands or rude comments. Which he never had, and that was such a rarity in her life as to be treasured\n",               "date": "2018-08-31T12:00:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535709658,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The paladin remained... well, to say that he was oblivious to the plight of the girl was utterly untrue, but he didn't have much of an awareness of what was going on, and how his very presence may have been affecting all the things. Nevertheless, he found his place to sit at, the three mugs of beer came just to him courtesy of Isaya, and she asked him a question. So he just took a sip of the beer, and looked at her.\n\n\n\"Maybe you could bring me some bread to eat. But first and foremost, I want to have a talk with you. Is that alright?\"\n\nHe asked, taking another sip from the beer. In the mean time, he began taking out the gold from his haversack, as he will have to pay for it - by now, he is realizing that she may be in a bit of a trouble, so he figures he may pay to compensate any damage she may have done. Besides, he wants to have a talk with her. Preferably in private, but even here, it would have worked. The beer tastes good, but he wants to have a talk with Isaya - so he looks at her, her beautiful face, her clothing... He has a lot to say to her, so he waits until she comes back, or agrees to stick around and have a talk. It doesn't matter, because either way, he's going to say to her what he wants to say to her.\n\n\"Listen, I.... I really appreciate what you did for me, so I thought... the only way I can repay you, is to offer to take you with me to the capital city. I am going to depart later today, and unless I have a really good reason, I may not come back here again. So I thought... I'd offer to give you a hand.\"\n\nOnly after grinding through this monologue would he sigh in relief. He didn't have to tell her about not knowing her well enough. But now he just realized - they never properly introduced themselves to each other. He has overheard her name when someone asked for her, but he never told her his name. At least, he doesn't remember having told her his name - but it could just be his memory acting up.\n\n\"So... do you want to come with me?\"\n",               "date": "2018-08-31T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535666400,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "The severity of his expressions caught her by surprise as she watched him take a sip of beer. Her feet nearly moved of their own accord when he asked for food but she caught herself when he said he needed to talk. Curiosity blossoming as she quirked her head to the side slightly and regarded him with her soft red gaze. She heard the clink of coins and the soft gasp that went through the room. The sudden pressure of everyones attention turning to the man and his obvious wealth. The Knight didn't seem to notice or had decided it wasn't worth his attention as she watched his eyes rake across her slim frame. A bit of heat and color coming to her cheeks as a memory of their night together flooded her mind unbidden.\n\n\nAs such she completely misheard half of what he said, a bit of sadness coming to her eyes as she realized that you were indeed leaving again though she had no claim or expectation for you to stay. Wait...what was that?! Gasping softly, a small hand fled to cover her mouth, he wanted her to come with? Like actually travel to see the city and leave this horrible place behind. She started to get carried away with the idea and the prospect of freedom. That was until the reality of the situation reasserted itself and she'd seem to deflate. The light dropping from her eyes as she bit her bottom lip and slowly shook her head. Long unbound tresses swaying across her shoulders \"Thank you for the kind offer Sir...but I've debts that I must pay off before I'm aloud to go anywheres. It's not cheap to have a roof over ones head and I barely make enough here to keep from adding to it. If things were different maybe such an adventure could be possible, but I don't wish to have you in trouble with any bounty hunters looking to collect me for past debts. Let me get that bread for you now if I may\"\n\nSighing softly she slipped back through the crowd towards the kitchens, a lump slowly forming in her throat along the way. Even when she felt the hand of one of the regulars grab ast the globe of her ass, she'd merely sway her hips to escape and disappear into the heated chaos of the kitchen to find him a freshly baked loaf. \n",               "date": "2018-09-01T10:06:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535789182,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "\"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk....\"\n\n\nHe knew it wouldn't be so easy. He was tempted to react in a slightly different way, shrug and tell her that it was insulting to assume that he wouldn't be able to kill the men who are after her - or that he wouldn't have the money to pay off her debt. Or, he could have also told her, that no matter what, this was her last chance to see him, and that if she is unsatisfied with her life, she is throwing away a golden opportunity. He didn't explicitly say that he would allow her to sleep in his house, because he thought it was implied, that it was obvious. But maybe they were thinking along different lines.\n\nSo he drank the beer, as she had neglected to bring him the bread he casually asked for - but it was okay, as he wasn't very hungry to begin with. The beer was better anyway. So he drank the beer, sighed, and made more \"tsk tsk tsk tsk\" noise. Then he looked at her again.\n\n\"Well then... suit yourself, Isaya. I could have paid off your debt, or killed any thug they would send after you, but, if you are not interested... then this may be the last time you see me, unless I have a good reason to visit Talon again. Now, with that said and done, can you tell me the price of the beer? I always pay my debts, and this should be no exception...\"\n\nHe didn't intend the mention of his habit to pay off his debts to be an insult to Isaya, but after he uttered what he uttered, he suddenly realized that she might take it as an insult - his proclamation that he always pays his debts. He simply casually told her, that he was offering her an opportunity to settle with him in Talon, and if she wasn't interested, he simply wanted to pay, and go away. And that is what he was going to do, after drinking all the beer. To demand to be informed of the price, so that he can pay it, and leave. Unless she was interested in his offer, and interrupted him.\n",               "date": "2018-09-01T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535752800,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "His words rang hard in her ears as she fetched him his bread, their harshness catching her off guard and stinging more than they should of for someone she'd only just met last week. She winced, burning the tips of her fingers as she grabbed a freshly hot loaf off a pan and threw it on a plate with a large scooping of butter from the crock. Crossing back through the room and fighting back the stinging burn of tears in her eyes she set the plate down gentler than a part of her wanted to. Inside she was a whirlwind of emotion, she'd kept everything about her situation locked up, giving in to the inevitable fact that this was as good as her life was going to be and she couldn't change it.\n\n\nThen just one day he comes striding in looking for a room and everything she thought she knew was up in the air in pure chaos. She was tempted to just accept defeat and get back to her job. Leaving him to his beer and bread never to be seen or heard from again. But she couldn't bring herself to do it, now when she looked at him and remember the gentleness of his touch. So after chewing her lip a minute she'd kneel down beside him, her hand daring to rest on his knee as her soft, wet red eyes looked up at him pleadingly. \"Don't be upset please, I would run away from this place in a heartbeat if I thought I could. But there's no way it can happen, not without trouble. Not just for me but you as well and I don't want to do that to you. The city sounds absolutely amazing and I'd love to see it but I can't ask you to pay my debt or risk getting hurt for me.\"\n",               "date": "2018-09-02T12:58:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535885912,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The paladin took the bread, eating it rather quickly while listening to what Isaya had to say. He wasn't impressed. He was tempted to just attempt to kiss her right there, after finishing his bread, but he knew that that would be over the line. He knew that everyone had boundaries. So after listening to what she had to say, he just sighed. He knew that she really wanted to come with him... but he also knew that if they didn't want to be helped, there was no use to helping them. There was no use of giving them help by force. So he just sighed after finished it all, and looked at her one last time. He had second thoughts - he knew that he was sentencing her to even more of this torture by going away... but he also realized that this was her choice. He couldn't force her to accept a better life. So he sighed.\n\n\n\"Very well. Have it your way. If you ever change your mind, you know where to look for me. Definitely not in this village. Now tell me, how much I most pay, so I can pay my dues and be on my way?\"\n\nHe now just remembered that he did in fact tell her his name at one point. He previously assumed that he did not. Nevertheless, the logo on his tunic is recognized throughout all of the kingdom. Everyone knows where are the headquarters of his order. If anyone wants to look for him, they only need to travel there, and ask for him. Nevertheless, he simply asked for an opportunity to pay. And once he is told of the price, he will pay it in full, and then leave immediately. He feels saddened that a story like this has to end this way... but she made this choice, not him. She still has one more opportunity to change her mind and grab his hand before he inevitably leaves after paying - unless she withholds this vital information (how much he has to pay) from him for some reason.\n",               "date": "2018-09-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535925600,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Chaos and insecurity reigned in her mind as she stood there in a panic. Her mind telling her she couldn't, her heart screaming for her to go, if not for him than at least selfishly for herself. She was absolutely miserable here, hated every day but did what she needed to survive. Here was a man, who was offering to help her escape it all at no benefit to himself and a world of risk that could follow them. Glancing furtively back and forth between the bar tender pouring beers and you she closed her eyes. Lips moving silently in prayer before she took a deep breath and steadied her resolve as best she could. Feeling her owners gaze upon them she'd reach out, fingers threading lightly through your hair as she leaned in as if to kiss your cheek. The warmth of her lips and breath brushing your ear as she cast her cards with fate. \"take me with you Stephanus, please\"  Her decision had been made, she'd close here eyes, squeezing out a few terrified tears to slowly roll down her cheeks as she took a step back. Fingers stirring restlessly with one another.\n\n\nThere would be trouble, either here or shortly after they were on the road. No way the inn keep would let her go that easily. She only prayed they could get away fast enough or that no harm would befall the brave man before her that was her shinning hope of ever having a life worth living. Timidly she stood there, heels shuffling nervously on the floor, unsure what to do, or if you'd still be willing too after the way you'd spoken to her. Her hammering heart was likely to give out before the inn keeper could get his chance to kill her.\n",               "date": "2018-09-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535925600,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "He couldn't believe his ears. She... changed her mind? They say that most people never learn how to appreciate something, until it is gone, taken away from them. People never appreciate good health, until they get sick. People never appreciate a good opportunity being waved in front of their face, until said opportunity flies away. But Isaya was smarten than those people. At least, from Stephanus's point of view, she was smarter than the ordinary rable, who would just stare at an opportunity, and regret not taking it later. She leaned in towards him. Sure, they weren't making a public spectacle, but it still caught Stephanus off guard.\n\n\n\"I will take you with me, Isaya...\"\n\nHe said, kissing her lips, placing his hand onto her hip.\n\n\"Pack your things, beautiful one. We are leaving right now.\"\n\nHe said, smiling at her, patting her head. It shouldn't take too long - and her employers shouldn't pose much of a problem, given how she is going to be accompanied by an armoured soldier who is for all practical purposes above the law, representing religious authorities that normal people are afraid to confront, even when they are blatantly abusing their powers. Abuse of power can take many forms... inquisitors being sadistic, or kind paladins like Stephanus using their authority to bail people like Isaya out of the terrible situation they were in. Sadly, they had no time to orchestrate an ellaborate plan, like pretending that Isaya was being arrested by Stephanus, so he would simply accompany her to pack up all her belongings, before they go outside to mount his horse and leave this backwater place for the capital - several days of ride on horseback away.\n",               "date": "2018-09-03T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1535925600,                "user": "Stephanus"            }        ],        "sectionName": "The Wounded Lion Inn, Talon"    },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "The press of his warm lips to hers came as a complete and utter surprise but she found herself leaning into his touch, sighing softly when his firm grip grasped at her hip. The heat of him burning through the thin fabric as she nodded slowly. \"There will be trouble at some point\" she felt obligated to warn him. If harm befell him because of her she'd never forgive herself. But she'd already seen that he was a man of action and wasted little time. So before he could grow agitated and leave her standing there like a fool she'd start off across the tavern floor. Her black knee high boots clicking lightly, she was full of so much nervous energy that she forgot to control the natural rolling sway of her hips. It usually drew the wrong kind of attention when she was serving and she'd taught herself to bury that natural elegance and lithe grace of her race.\n\n\nThe sweet prospect of freedom had her both giddy with glee and absolutely fear struck, she'd pause as she stepped through the doors. The cook and several other servers looking at her strangely as the Paladin accompanied her right behind. His tall, armor clad frame stopping any and all questions as she went to a small out of the way cabinet and pulled out an old flour sack she'd washed and kept an old dress in and pair of more road practical boots. The streets around town could turn into a mud bog when it was the rainy season.\n\nBracing a hand on the counter she'd bend nearly double at the waist, the soft curves of her ass pushing out against the fabric of her skirt and baring several more inches of her creamy white thighs. Delicate fingers worked quickly at the boots lacing's as she pulled her bare feet free, wriggling her toes a minute before slipping into her road boots. \"I'm ready\" she'd murmur hesitantly, ruby red eyes suddenly fear filled again that she was actually going through with this,\n",               "date": "2018-09-06T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1536184800,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "\"Let's get going then.\" he said, and took her hand, exiting the tavern almost immediately, for the first time in their journey together venturing out into the streets of Talon... or something similar - given that Talon is not a proper city, but a rural town, or a larger walled village, the \"streets\" are particularly wide and spacious - there are no alleys, because all the wooden huts that dot the streets have a bit of distance between each other. Sometimes little, sometimes enough to have space for a small garden. And then there is also the fact that there are quite a few animal pens and pighouses right next to those huts. Just about everything in this town is constructed out of timber, with the only exception being the church, made out of stone.\n\n\nTheir first road took them to the stables, where his horse was being \"parked\". A beautiful white mare.\"Have you ridden a horse before?\" he asked from her before mounting the horse, and reaching out to Isaya, pulling her with himself to put her in front of him, putting his hand in front of her after he put his legs into the stirrups. After that, he simply had to say\"Gyah!\" and the horse began moving in the direction he preferred - almost as if the horse could read his mind. Then he casually rode the horse out of the stables, riding towards the northern town gate, where they will depart from Talon, and see for themselves the fields that are being tended by the farmers, only interrupted by the road they are travelling on.\"Did you come to Talon first at this road?\"he asked Isaya, while he was riding northwards. This is going to take days, even on horseback. So he might as well ask a question. Or another question.\n\n\"Speaking of which... where are you from, Isaya? You haven't been to Grandfolk before, even though that is the place where all the foreigners go...\"he realized that he may have been slightly insensitive or indiscrete by using the word \"foreigner\", but hey - she is an elf, after all, right? This Etrand is the kingdom of humans, even though the dwarves, gnomes and lizardmen are also under their rule. Northwest of Etrand is Froturn, the kingdom of the High Elves, who also rule over the halflings. Southwest of Etrand is Dragoc, the kingdom of the Wood Elves. Wood Elves and High Elves look identical, and are biologically indistinguishable from each other - their only differences are language, religion and culture. Dark Elves on the other hand are a completely different kind of beast, with greyish-blue skin, white hair and other unique features that make them exotic. West of both Froturn and Dragoc is Artaburro, the principality of the Half-Elves, founded merely five and a half centuries ago by a group of human-elf hybrids who felt ostracized in both elven and human society, which compelled them to start a great exodus and create their own country. Out of these, which one is Isaya the native of? Or was she actually born here, in a remote part of Etrand?\n",               "date": "2018-09-08T10:40:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1536396020,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "His grip on her hand was firm, harder than she think he realized as she strode off and half dragged her off her feet as she had started to linger and think too much. Her short stride moving quickly to keep up with his longer pace as they what felt like raced through the town that had been her home for so many years. As they got to the horse she couldn't help but smile, admiring its size and beauty. While he secured their belongings to the saddle she'd lightly rest her hand on its neck. Feeling the warmth and power of the beast.\n\n\nHis sudden question bring her attention back to him as he offered her his hand, she'd assumed she'd have to walk alongside him. That was afterall what she had to do if she went with the tavern owner to get supplies. \"Not really no\". With a squeak she was suddenly airborn and tossed up onto the saddle, her hands flying to the horn to grip it tight for balance as she squeezed the beast with all her strength to stay upright. As it took off, even at an easy pace she'd lurch back into him, wincing as the metal of his armor struck her shoulder blades. \"sorry\" she'd call out trying to get comfortable and failing. She practically bounced around like a sack of potatoes as they rode.\n\nShe barely remembered her childhood before coming to the town. Her parents had lived on a small farm hidden away in the forest for years until finally their crops just couldn't support them any more. They had been traveling to find a new place to live and start over or so they had told her. She remembered several boring days riding in the wagon playing with her mother to pass the time as her father drove. The sun had always set at their backs, she remembered, because the mornings were so bright and painful to see, sometimes she wondered how the horses could stay on the road.\n\n\"To the West I think, I was real little then and I don't remember much from before the monsters attacked.\" twisting in the saddle she'd glance up at his stern visage for a moment before almost slipping from the saddle. Facing forward quickly she'd continue her death grip on the horn.\n",               "date": "2018-09-08T12:42:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1536403356,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "\"The West... I see, I see...\" but Northwest or Southwest? That seemingly trivial detail is not so trivial here and now, after all, it's what decides what kind of elf she is. But he didn't ask any further about that. He didn't want to force her to revisit such traumatic memories. Instead, he decided to change topics.\"So I assume you haven't seen much of Etrand, save for Talon and the south. Have you seen snow before? Up in the north... well, north of Talon, every year for six weeks, water freezes and white dust falls from the sky. You'll get used to it eventually.\" That's right. Talon is south enough to make winter snow a rarity, while Grandfolk is north enough to make winter snow the norm. Cold and snowy winters, lukewarm springs, hot and dry summers, rainy and depressing autumns. That's Etrand for them, save for the South, where snow is replaced by rain, except in rare cases.\n\n\n\"If you've never been to a city before, you might find it very odd... Houses clamped together tightly with absolutely no space in between them. Houses built out of stone instead of timber. Tight alleys and streets. Constantly hordes of people walking down the streets, in the hurry to get to somewhere. It can be quite easy to get lost. I'll show you around until you get attuned to it.\"\n\nThis is going to be a looooong ride. They began in the morning. And it's going to take days. Their butts are going to feel very sore after this, that much is certain. But he's not stopping until the evening when they are forced to camp, unless Isaya complains because she needs to eat or attend to her other needs that people usually attend to in private. They might as well make use of this time to get to know each other better and talk about themselves. He already said many things. It's time for Isaya to answer his questions and ask her own questions, so he can answer them.\n",               "date": "2018-09-10T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1536530400,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Shaking her head as he talked, she'd slowly gotten used to the horses gate and only occasionally needed to steady herself as they made good time down the road. She'd be the perfect companion, not uttering a single word of complain though by mid day she was both sore and hungry but she'd keep that to herself. \n\n\n\"I've heard of snow, like sometimes at night it would fall but was only really just a dusting, nothing ever stayed. Especially when the sun came up. I always thought it was really pretty, and you could still go out in it without being soaked to the bone. My father used to gather it up and throw it at me like a rock but it never hurt\"\n\nThroughout the ride she'd turn occasionally to glance back up at him and the stout visage that was his face. Those penetrating eyes that had pinned her to the floor and later to the mattress were now locked onto the surrounding foliage and highway, ever sweeping and scanning. Even when he'd look down at her it would only be a moment before he was back on watch and this made her feel a lot more at ease in case trouble followed from the town.\n\nShe had to admit she was excited to see the city, if only to actually see it with her own eyes and not just from books or stories from travelers. The bards that came through entertaining made it all sound so magical and beautiful. Banners and flags flying from these giant castles where Lord's and Ladies did whatever it was they did. A part of her knew it couldn't be all that good but she wanted to hold on to the childish delusion. That was after all what had helped her get through being in that small town for most of her current life\n\n\"I think it'll be fun to see what a big city is like, especially if you chose to live there, it must be good. But I do kind of miss the forest where we lived and farmed. We didn't have a lot but there was always supper on the table with my parents and I could run and play as long as I didn't get out of their sight. Do they have any forests in the city where you can get away from all the business and relax?\"\n\nSometimes, after everyone had gone to sleep she'd sneak out of the tavern and go to the town square where they still had a few tree's and grass for festivals and stuff. During the day it had always been too busy with people hawking their goods but at night she could lay beneath the tree's, watching the stars shinning through the leaves and smell the damp night air.\n",               "date": "2018-09-10T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1536530400,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "The knight raised his eyebrows at the mention of forests - in a city. Forests. In a city. Apparently, she must be a Wood Elf from Dragoc, if she talks about forests.\n\n\n\"Forest, in a city? Oh no... there are gardens in the Inner Quarters, but I'm afraid not much trees within the rest of the city. You'll mostly see... houses of stone, roads of stone, lots of wood, and... that should be it, I suppose. Some houses may offer rest and/or entertainment for a price.\" Maybe the city will disappoint Isaya slightly. She is clearly not used to seeing oh so many houses cramped together next to each other, with so little space in between all the things. There are places in the city where she can relax, for a price. There is a church, with obviously a garden around it. There's a bathhouse. There are several taverns. However, the town guards do not guarantee safety after it gets dark. So sneaking out will not be such a wise choice.\n\n\"You will also have to get used to seeing armed and armoured men patrolling the streets. They are there to catch criminals and protect civilians like you during the day... but they make no guarantees for your safety during the night, for even they need rest.\" The urban militia, or, as some would call it, \"police\". There's going to be a lot of new concepts he will have to introduce to Isaya.\n\nOff course, time did not stop during their conversation. However, it didn't seem to progress fast enough either.\n\n\"I have a feeling that our butts are going to be very sore by the time we arrive, as we're spending until nightfall on horseback.\"\n\nAnd he wasn't lying. Unless Isaya complained about something, or stopped him, he said nothing more until possibly ten hours later - unless she had something to say, in which case he'd continue the discussion by responding to her. If she asked about his past, he would explain how he didn't know his parents, how he was adopted by the knightly order, how being a knight is the best thing ever, how his job is to protect people from the evil forces of darkness, yada yada yada... He can go on for literal hours explaining why knights like him are necessary in this world of darkness. And if Isaya really is curious to ask, he might as well. But, regardless, unless she asks them to stop, and maybe walk for a while, he will only stop when night begins approaching, dismounting the horse, tying her to a tree, unpacking the tent they have, using magic to make light in the dark, so they can see well enough to put down the tent and the sleeping bags. Truth be told, this is barely even a tent. More like some kind of overlay, over the tree to which the horse is tied to, with the tree separating the space at which they'll be sleeping, at the space at which the horse will be sleeping.\n\nThey have an opportunity to make love for a second time again... But given how sore their butts must be from spending well over twelve hours on horseback, it can be understandable if neither of them are too comfortable with the idea, and are more than content with just kissing. If they aren't going to be making love tonight, he will be sleeping in his armour. But if they are...\n",               "date": "2018-09-12T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1536703200,                "user": "Stephanus"            },            {                "content": "Listening to his rumbiling voice as they traveled she tried to pay absolute attention and remember everything he was trying to share, but she could only retain so much, and her nervous disposition had her watching the shadows and curves of the road around them for possible trouble though surprisingly nothing untold happened throughout the day. She'd strive to be the perfect companion as the long day wore on and her body began to ache. Shifting more frequently in the saddle to try and ease her cramping muscles as they plodded along. He was already going out of his way for her and she didn't need to be more of a burden than she was already.\n\n\nThough when they did finally come to a stop she'd slide from the saddle, stumbiling as her tired legs had to remember how to walk and then regretting it as sore flesh and muscle complained vigerously about the long ride. Through it all she'd bite her tongue and hide it as best she could while she tended to the horse as he set up camp. Her small hands tenderly running the brush across the sturdy beast that had carried them throughout the day, wiping away the dust and grime of the road as it pulled at the grass and munched away. Throughout it all she'd speak softly, the words near unintelligable for anyone more than a few steps away but she found it calmed the horse and let him know where she was as she worked.\n\nHer soft red eyes would follow him now and again as he went about setting up camp. He was so efficient and set in his motions that she stayed out of the way, gathering up several armfuls of firewood after she finished caring for his horse. As he finally settled down and started working at his armor she'd wander over. Small fingers working at the buckles and straps as she gave him a small smile and began stripping the heavy metal from his limbs. It was the least she could do after the day that they'd had.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T00:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537048800,                "user": "Isaya"            },            {                "content": "Truth be told, Stephanus had no intentions of starting a fire. After all, it could light things on fire, it could give their position away to robbers who are travelling the land. So he definitely did raise his eyebrows when Isaya presented the firewood at their makeshift camp. Nevertheless, he was happy that she cared for his armour, and the horse. He was happy to have her remove his armour, even though he did not specifically ask for it - in fact, before she helped him remove his armour, he intended to sleep in armour, no matter how uncomfortable it may be, so that they can quickly react to any intrusion by unwanted elements.... such as wandering robbers. But still, he was happy - credit is to be given where credit is due, so he repaid Isaya by rubbing her head and kissing her lips.\n\n\n\"Are you hungry? Since you took some firewood here, we might be able to cook something tonight... or tomorrow morning. Better not let the fire rage on while we sleep however. Robbers roam the land, and a fire will give our position away to them.\"\n\nHe assumed that she would in fact want to each something. After so much travelling, she must be hungry. So he decided to work his magic at the firewood - he gathered what Isaya has collected into one tight pack, then shot it some thunder to generate sparks and light it up. He had to go around it in a roundabout way, since he had no access to fire magic. He didn't even ask if Isaya knew magic to begin with. In fact, he didn't even know what kind of capabilities Isaya might have. For all he knows, she may be an experienced fire sorcerress, and here he is fiddling around with magic sparks to light up the wood.\n\nBut what kind of food they have? He has a bronze mug from which they can eat soup. He had water in a flask. He had some leftover bacon packed in his backpacked. He also had some leftover bread. If they want to eat cooked food, they might as well mix these together to create some kind of nourishing abomination. Or, they could just talk over the flames.''",               "date": "2018-09-17T12:10:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537179017,                "user": "Stephanus"            }        ],        "sectionName": "On the road"    } ]