“By the Goddess he is as handsome as they say ,” She thought as she took in the sight of the grinning young twenty-six year old warrior whose fame was known throughout the world. His towering six foot two inch chiseled frame seemed almost god-like itself in its muscular perfection. “Thank you,” she squeaked out still awed by his presence. Eagerly she went with him to his rooms. She told him about her lands, its people and, the cruel thing that enslaved them. When she finished her tale, she found herself invited to have a drink with him to discuss his plans. That night she also found herself “convinced” that it was her duty to pleasure him on the eve of battle for the sake of her people. Her cries and moans were heard downstairs as Rator took her in his bed. Many women in the inn just snickered among themselves as they imagined Rator in action.  Talon too imagined his lordly master’s naked form quivering under him as he discreetly stroked himself in a quiet hidden area of the inn.