I entered the castle keep, finally home after our sortie. I smiled at some greeters as I approached my quarters, Syra and my captive close behind. It would be a pleasure to debrief this mysterious woman, but it could also be quite the challenge. After all, who knows what she might be up to?
As we entered the anteroom, Syra nodded to me and quietly walked toward her quarters, no doubt exhausted from the sortie. A servant woman wearing a blue ribbon choker smiled at me, welcomed me back and began the laborious process of removing my armor. The beautiful captive brushed away a jet black lock of hair from her face and beamed, greatly enjoying watching the servant unclasp and unbuckle here and there, removing first my belt, my sheath, and then the armor, piece by piece. Relieved of the excess
