Korban - an independent Rider who just wants to leave

Damn! You think to yourself again as you look down at the courtyard below. The great bronze gates of the walls were open, and thousands of warriors were streaming into the city. You should have left a month ago before the siege began, but Swiftwing had a festering gash on its wing and needed rest and healing before he could fly. By the time the great drake's wing had healed the siege had settled in and the drake-wires had been strung from every high tower in the city. Even if you could have avoided the razor thin wires as you fled from the city, you would be no match for the Riders that patrolled the city from above. "High man wins" was the first rule taught to every Rider. A drake that had to climb to fight its foe was no match for a Rider who could attack from above at any moment.

"Please, Sir-" your gloomy thoughts are interrupted by a woman standing in your doorway. She is petite, about one hand shorter than your short and sinewy Rider's body, and her hands were smooth and slender but more than that was hard to tell. Her thick embroidered robes concealed her body, and she wore a veil that covered her hair and face. A free woman of some standing then; and judging by the quality of the fine silk veil and the amount of gold embroidery that decorated the bulky gowns covering her from head to foot, a wealthy one who would soon lose all of the privileges she has been enjoying since birth.

Furthermore, if this noblewoman is as young and pretty as her voice suggests, she'll be put to good use by whichever men first pull the layers of robes from her body and climb between her thrashing legs. And then used again much more thoroughly when she is summoned to the bed of her new master when she is bought at the great **** auction promised by the besieging forces.

"You must help me, Rider." As she steps forward you see two pretty **** girls behind her struggling to carry a heavy chest. "I know you have a drake, and I can pay you for your trouble."