This distressed kingdom called on the help of a neighboring nations' reknowned knightclan, the Crownguards. Four were sent, Amelia Crownguard, and thr...e of her brothers.Amelia strode forth to face the threat. She was a rookie by Crownguard standards, but she was well trained and had great skill with the lance, spear and bow. She hoped that it would be enough to help save this maiden. Frankly, she thought that the paladin was dead, otherwise she would have reported in by now. And for that, she. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” “You’ll be good,” he said grinning slyly. He motioned for her to get off his lap. When she did so he immediately got out of the car and moved around to the front. He waved her out as well. “But I am naked,” she said. “You have more clothes than I do,” he replied sternly. “Now get out here” Somewhat sheepishly, she got out of the car, the cool breeze blowing over her exposed ass and tits. She glanced around looking through the darkened park as her. “Come on. The laboratories are this way, I think.”They rounded a bend and came into a large chamber that looked as if it served as the arterial junction between many other parts of Iremire prison. There was a central desk with a bored looking functionary sitting at it, their high cap set with a lapis gemstone, almost as if they were a parody of Ceaith’s status as a Lapis Lunar. Their forehead, though, had the more standard black bead that people in the Regency seemed to have for their gemstone.. His old Ford F100 had a cap over the box in case it rained.There was a reason that our group was welcoming John, of course. He was the only person who had a drum set, and we knew it would add to our sessions. I could take care of transporting John to the campus and he would have a couple of hours to learn just what the group wanted from a drummer. I had been careful to brief the group about John and assured them that he was very bright and would catch on to what they wanted from him very.