On the border of Avaria

After travelling the main roads for a while, you take a turn, choosing to go down barely used trails through the forest. With some of the Kindgom's trade partners having men in the border towns, you think it's best to avoid them, since a caravan of warriors with a wagon of empty **** collars leaving the Kindgom isn't exactly subtle when it comes to what your intentions will be. Travelling down the sparsely travelled paths instead, you soon find yourself at the edge of your borders, marked only by a lone and tattered Avarian flag.

"We will make camp here for the night," you announce, to the surprise of your more experienced companions. There was plently of time left in the day to travel. You gesture towards the Avarian flag, "This is our last stop in our home country before we enter foreign lands. It is our last chance to openly enjoy some of the freedom's we have here." It takes a moment for your words to make sense. One by one, the men in your group begin to grin. Lynn figures out and rolls here eyes before quickly counting heads. Two women to eleven men. Her and Molly are going to have their hands full tonight. "But first, make sure the camp is in order," you remind your men, some of whom were already licking their lips.

You dismount your horse and hand your reins off to Jordan. As the ranking nobleman in your party, you don't need to partake in the frenzy of activity that surrounds you as the men try to set up camp as quickly as they can. You approach the women with a grin on your face. While your men are busy working, you're going to start the fun off with the woman of your choice.