About like you'd expect

With a wry grin and shrug of resignation you urge Swift onto the flattened wheat. It takes every bit of your flying experience to convince your drake to land in a location that will effectively ground him; baring winds strong enough to knock down small trees the only way a drake could take flight from a field like this is to hop three or four arrow flights to the city walls. To your surprise, the Rider who had been directing you, lands as well not far from you effectively stranding his drake as well.

Once on the ground and turn your attention to releasing the fighting straps from Relia's legs. All around you, spearmen are cautiously closing on your location, but you ignore the heavy thrusting points of their spears as if they are on the other side of the river. Relia is not so sanguine and perhaps it is just as well because it is her gasp of surprise that alerts you to the attack.

It is not one of the hoplites, or even your escort but a slender man wearing Rider's leathers who has charged past the line of careful spearmen and whose fist misses your ear only because of Relia's warning.

"You fucking piece of shit!" He yells as he throws two more punches that you partially deflect. "I'll teach you the price of planting an arrow in Terror's breast." His hawk-nosed profile helps you identify the youthful Rider, you had a brief encounter with him during the first week of the aerial attack that ended with you driving an arrow into his drake's broad chest. It had not been enough to kill his mount, but it had taken him out of the fight for the city's skies. Luckily, before you aggravate the situation by coming to blows with the enraged Rider he is pulled off of you by two of his friends, but not before he throws down a final challenge.

"I'll meet you any time and any place you like free-Rider, and after I cut off your prick I'll help myself to that lovely cunt you so kindly brought from Athenapolis strapped to your **** saddle." He leers at Relia even as he is dragged away by two other Riders. "She looks like a hot fuck, I can't wait to show her what a real cock feels like in her tight little pussy!" The young Rider is a hot-head to be sure but not someone who is likely to cause trouble. You hope.

"Don't worry about him, Lady Relia, he's more bark than bite I'm guessing." Her bosom is rising and falling rapidly against the lace of her undergarment and you can see the peaks of her breasts dimpling the fabric, but whether her arousal is from riding your cock just minutes ago or because of the young Rider's crude threat to take her for his own is impossible to determine. "Look, here's our welcoming committee." An officer resplendent in a gilded breastplate and crimson cape is accompanied by a clerk wearing a tunic and carrying a collection of scrolls and pen cases on his belt where a man should wear a sword. The two men confer briefly with the Rider who escorted you in and then step forward through the ring of shieldmen stopping a few paces from where you are waiting.

"Let me do the talking." You mouth quietly before stepping forward calmly to meet the officer with a polite bow.

"What is the meaning of this?" The officer asks in a bored voice as though you had any choice in the matter once you were flanked by the Riders guarding the skies above the city.

"I have information about a threat to the United Alliance forces." The officer barely takes the time to shrug before motioning with his hand for you to go on. "The Athenian High-Council has a plan to break the alliance. Take us to the Lord Commander's headquarters before it is too late."

"Tell me what you know," The young officer sighs, "if it warrants the attention of headquarters I'll be sure to send a runner." It was clear from his reaction that he has doubts that there is anything a unaffiliated Rider could possibly know that was worth wasting his time on, not to mention the attention of his superior officers in the command tent.