Grumpy About Being Defeated, Hurting From Her Wounds, And Tired From The Magical Healing, But Otherwise Alright.

Only one tower of the abandoned castle was still intact enough to imprison your 'guest' in, but there was one such tower, and it is there you go. You fly up to the roof and then lean your kneck over the edge down to the window of her quarters, where you find her sitting up and reading a cheap pulp paper travel-log from your Senechal's collection. Apparently, she speaks Draconic...

She is swathed in bandages, and her ruined tunic lies discarded, with heavy cloth wraps and a blanket serving to preserve her modesty.

"Greetings madame knight," you rumble from the window, but she doesn't react at first, then gingerly puts the book down and slowly turns to face you.

"Greetings Dragon," she replies, stiff and formal.

"May I know your name madam knight?" You ask.

She nods, "I am called Dame Lissom Aster Wolvie van Norden, knight errant, and my arms are purpur-upon-argent a mated pair of cockatrices roosting in a willow tree proper." She declares.

"Thank you, sweet lady, now, who is your liege?" You ask, and she snorts derisively.

"Do you not understand the term 'knight errant' foolish dragon? I have no liege save the king, nor lands for you to petition for ransom, I lived by the strength of my sword arm and my skill in the tourney field, owning nothing but what my and my squire's horses could carry. Speaking of which, did you find my horses and squire? I left them a few miles back along the swamp road and hope nothing has happened to them..." The knight explains.

"I will go in search of them," you state, nodding. "What do you wish for me to tell this squire of yours when I find them?" You ask.

"Her name is Maria Jessel Columbia Montana of Valencia, and she is my third cousin twice removed. I instruct her to chose one of two paths, seek out Duke Wocino of Ithica and ask him to find her a new squireship under one of his knights in my name, he owes me a favor: or join me my exile here if she still prefers the tutelage of a failure who got herself captured." She declares, sadly.

"I will do as you say, Dame van Norden, but I do ask one tiny favor in exchange," you state.

"Name it, I am in no position to refuse you," she sighs.

"That you cease calling me 'Dragon' and use my name instead, 'Lord Krishosh'," you explain, and at last, she cracks a tiny smile.

"It will be as you say, Lord Krishosh," she affirms, and with that, you take to the sky in search of her cousin/squire.