Several miles south of the Goblin Gibbet on the road that led to Guard's manor the figure of a mounted knight paused for a moment. An observant watcher might wonder that the knight seemed strangely ill at ease and uncomfortable on his warhorse for a caste of warrior that spent so much of their time on horseback. It looked as though the knight had learnt to ride a horse, but seldom spent the time in a saddle for riding to become a natural pursuit. After stretching and exercising limbs that were weary due the inexperienced posture of the rider the knight pressed on.<br/><br/>Back at the tavern people were beginning to stir. Dellon the stableboy had been up over an hour, having been roused from his bunk in the stable by the knight. The warrior had wanted his horse saddled and ready to ride even before dawn had broken. The lord had seemed a trifle odd to Dellon that morning, a little nervous and his posture was far different to the commanding figure of the previous evening. However the two gold coins that he produced and handed to Dellon when his steed was saddled had gone a long way to soothing any disquiet the lad may have felt.<br/><br/><strong>"For your wench fund Dellon."</strong>The knight had said as he handed the coins over.<br/><br/>Dellon tried to recall if he'd ever told the knight his name and he was certain that no mention of his wench fund had been made. He'd once made mention of it to the two indentured girls and they had teased him. Since then he had remained tight lipped about the slowly growing pouch of coins. The shiny coins meant that he spared no time to ponder such mysteries though. With the three coins he'd earned from the knight he had now enough in his fund to purchase the services of one of the tavern wenches. His virginity was a tiresome burden which would soon be lifted.<br/><br/>Nell, the tavern's other indentured girl bustled in to the room vacated that morning by the knight to find Ivy standing naked and staring at her reflection in the room's mirror. Though Nell was extremely fair of face and body she would be the first to admit that Ivy's beauty outshone her own. Ivy could be tiresomely vain about her looks however.<br/><br/><strong>"Ivy, for the gods sakes are you going to spend all day gawping at yourself?"</strong>Nell moaned.<strong>"Cyrus might well be up soon with a hangover like a bear with a toothache. If he catches you lollygagging and butt naked you'll likely feel his belt across your seat and his shaft up your bottomhole for good measure."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"The knight has been gone almost an hour, you should have had this room made before now."</strong>Nell chided.<strong>"And by the smell of sex on your body you've yet to wash his spending off of yourself.</strong>