Her husband's rutters

"What else do you want?" She whispers, almost as if she's afraid that the men on the other side of the door will hear her over the racket of the pounding.

"Where is your husband's money?" You ask and then as you remember that there is an even better treasure here, you add urgently "and where is his rutter?" The pounding at the door grows louder and the sound of an ax striking at the locked door makes you shake her by her shoulders causing her swollen tits to bounce wildly. "You don't have much time!" The combination of your urgency and the splintering of the door are enough to galvanize Vitaliya into action and she shows you a small chest that has several bags of coins, a collection of map cases and three worn leather volumes that have the accumulation of an entire city's worth of Rider knowledge. You grab the heaviest bag of coins, the maps and the rutters from the chest and close it before pushing it under the bed.

In the next room you see a chubby-cheeked baby in a crib who starts fussing when he sees his mother and a pile of soiled diapers overflowing from a wicker hamper. As quickly as possible your bury the contents of the chest into the soiled cloths and then drag the woman back to the couch in the main room, before moving to the door.

"Get out of here you fucking morons!" You yell through the gaps in the door. "Go find your own damn prizes!" There is a brief pause as the men on the other side of the door react to your words. From the other room the baby's crying has gotten louder, good lungs on that one, he might make a fine Rider when he grows older.

"Open the fucking door and then we'll talk." Comes the answer and considering the door won't last more than a minute anyway you agree with one condition.

"OK, but this bitch is mine, and I'm not sharing!"

With that you unbar the door and step back quickly, so you are between the hoplites stepping through the broken door and the buxom woman who is half-sitting on the couch with her top torn open and looking very much like you had just started playing with her.

"Not much in here boys except my prize and that squalling babe next door." It takes a few seconds for the three soldiers to verify that you are indeed 'the crazy Rider that the Lord Marshall brought' and that the suite of rooms were as empty as you said. One of the three finds the chest under the couch and after a brief show of anger, you agree to let them open it and fill their pouches with the coins inside. Considering the chest belonged to one of the most powerful men in Athenapolis you are surprised to see that the purses held mostly copper bits and silvers, not golden tallants. You hope the bag you took has more gold than that!

"This fucking sucks!" Announces the largest of the three hoplites and picking up the axe he brought with him, the veteran heads for the door. "Lets find those pretty sisters we were told about, they must be around here somewhere." As quickly as they barged in, the trio leaves and you are left alone with a trembling Vitaliya in your arms. As much as you'd like to try out this buxom widow, with a dozens of other warriors all searching for prizes and plunder this is not a safe place to let down your guard. As if to punctuate this thought you hear the scream of panicked fear as one or more of the women hiding echoes down the hallway.

Vitaliya is more than happy to help you pack up and leave. As you expected, you are met at the top of the Citadel by the High Command's inspectors. Two men in white tunics and a squad of hoplites who admired your naked captive even as the inspectors check to make sure that you are not taking more than your allotted share of the plunder.

"She's a pretty little fuck!" The balding clerk chuckles as he checks her name and compares it to his list. The younger of the two inspectors is less amiable, clearly more interested in the baby in your captive's arms than how pretty the naked young mother is.

"You don't get to keep the brat too." The squinty-eyed clerk says. You can feel the fear and anger emanating from Vitaliya when she realizes she might be separated from her son. "Each man gets to claim one **** only, Rider." The overweight clerk explains with bored indifference, and then adds with a smirk. "You may choose either the mother or the child." The man is no older than you and has probably never even held a sword in his pudgy fingers and yet here he is dictating terms to you.

"Make a note that I have the boy." You calmly instruct the young snot before your captive freaks out. "If that's what it takes, I'll buy the kid; it will be worth it if it keeps this lovely thing cooperative." The young clerk hesitates and, in a bold gamble you add: "unless you want me to leave the babe and his diapers here for you two to watch over."

While this is happening the older of the two clerks is looking in the hamper filled with linens and recoils in distaste when the layer of clean diapers is lifted and the smell of used cloths fills his nostrils. He glares at his young assistant and vigorously agrees with your plan. You are shooed out of the courtyard and through the open gates to the long winding steps that lead down from the heights by a pair of laughing spearmen.

"Thank-you." The ashen-faced young mother says as she clutches her boy to her full bosom. "I thought they were going to take him."

"I told you I'd take care of your boy," you tell the widow with a huge smile as it becomes clear that you are indeed going to successfully smuggle your precious contraband out. "Here -" you pause as you lift the wicker basket from her slender shoulders, "I'll carry the basket." She nods gratefully and hugs the baby even tighter as you walk over to where Relia is rising to her feet clearly grateful to see your return.. As quickly as possible you shepherd the two women towards the spiral ramp that leads away from the captured Citadel.

"Where's this town house of yours?" You ask Relia as you approach the bottom of the spiraling trail that leads down to the temple district at the foot of the Citadel.

"The square of Satyr's fountain, overlooking the west bend." Lady Relia gives you the address and points towards the river. "I hope it's still there, and that it hasn't been overrun by looters." You pat the deed that proclaims your ownership of Lady Relia and all her possessions briefly. "If it is we'll just have to take it back."