How strange a thing was a title; unlike land or gold there was no physical proof of its possession, merely symbolism, and it cost its granters nothing to declare a few wandering adventurers as knights over a stretch of wilderness owned by no one with no strategic resource or purpose. But it seemed to have made more of an impact to these heroes - far more moralistic than an average mercenary, for sure, which no doubt played an important part - than mere gold or treasure ever could. Perhaps it was a mere whim, a calculated move to remove the "wandering" from their modus operandi, or a political stroke more meant for Brevoy's power brokers and uncaring of how it affected the poor blokes out in the sticks, but whatever it was, pawns could hardly expect to know the whole truth.<br/><br/>In any case, the time was introspection was there but short once the moon radishes started to take effect. Before taking the aphrodisiac Marisa Mushroom was rather cold and tight-lipped. She did explain to Silas the purpose of her trip to the Greenbelt - she was an amateur alchemist, potion-maker, chemist, and overall concoctioner of strange and wonderful liquids and substances. Having heard of the eccentric hermit Bokken who lived nearby, who was rumoured to be a skilled potion-maker despite of - or perhaps because of? - his strange ways, she had come to seek his tutelage or failing that to steal his secrets.<br/><br/>After partaking of the moon radishes the red-head half-elf was no more verbose than before, but considerably warmer both in attitude and actual physicality. She looked rather perplexed when Silas walked off, as though wandering why they couldn't just get started right here, but merely shrugged and turned her attention to Oriana. Like the rogue did she squeezed the sorceress's clothed breast as she sidled up and pressed against her, the softness of her small feminine body a definite change from the man's size and firmness. Up close she bore a muted fragrance of flowers, from a few drops of subtle perfume she had dabbed in her hair. Marisa straddled a thigh and went for Oriana's neck, trailing kisses from chin to collarbone.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lydia's thoughts were interrupted by Kesten's guards. They were triplet brothers a few years older than their commander, distinguished by the color scheme of their clothes - red, green and blue. Brown-haired and gray-eyed, they had handsome and clean-shaven faces and their bodies were muscled and toned from long hours of training. Where Kesten had the bearing of a teenage boy these triplets had the presences of men, with which they surrounded Lydia when they came and sat around close to her.  "You look lovely" - "and lonely" - "tonight, my lady," they spoke, finishing each others' sentences. "Would you" - "care for" - "our company?" - "I'm Red Horson" - "I'm Green" - "and I'm Blue."<br/><br/>As for Kesten himself, he and Adelise had found a secluded corner of the trading post, away from the noises of the others and the light of the fire. Under the starlight he pushed her back against the palisade, or more accurately gently guided her there, and leaned over her - then seemed unsure of what to do next. He rested his hands on her waist, fingers squeezing tentatively. "I'm sorry, I never went all the way before," he admitted, breathing hard. "You're beautiful," he muttered, leaning forward slowly as though to kiss her, but not quite daring to take decisive action and plant his lips on hers himself.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">5th Pharast</span><br/><br/>The sun was high in the sky by the time almost everyone recovered from the enjoyable exertions of the previous evening.<br/><br/>Lawrence walked with a new spring in his step and looked ten years younger (not literally, just in the way he carried himself) and Horo was nowhere to be found, presumably still in bed after being plowed until she couldn't walk last night. While the adventurers were away he had received a new shipment of wares to replenish his stock on credit. Now he was cataloging and arranging the goods belonging to him that had been recovered from the bandit camp.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC, Experience gain!</div><div class="spoiler_body">100 XP for bring back the radishes, 100 XP for being knighted, per character each!<br/></div></div>