Osmand and Harietta

Standing before you are a tall, lean man and a short, plump woman. The tall man is leand and of a good many years going by the graying hair at his temples and the many lines on his weathered face. He is handsome, but has a narrow, but very long, hook nose that is crooked. He wears a patchwork suit of splintmail, leather, and chain armor and carries a rusty claymore broken off at the end, but still keen on its edges.

His female companion is shorter than you and she has frizzy black hair in great quantities. Her face is attractive, but even fatter than her plump body would suggest. Her double chin practically rests against her massive cleavage. She is dressed like a much thinner woman, in waist confining corset worn over a yellowing peasant dress, muddy at the skirt, and the low-cut top is barely able to hold back her overflowing breasts. She has a large mole beside her nose and a red bow of lips that reminds you of paintings of pretty girls. She wears no armor, but carries a long staff that radiates magical power.

"Hello, dearie," she says. "I'm Harietta. Traveling healer of the Valentine Order, at your service."

The man is obviously taken with you. You blush under his gaze and realize your blouse has torn during the fight and one of your breasts is partially exposed. You cover yourself and Harietta elbows the man in his side, startling him back to attention.

"Yes, yes, sorry, my dear. I wish we could have gotten to you sooner. We saw your frightful battle with those horrible frog men and we came as quick as could be. My name is Osmand and I am a knight errant of the Valentine Order."

"You're both from the same order?"

"It's the only order that allows married couples," Harietta hugs her tall knight around the waist. She's smiling, but you can detect a little jealousy.

"If you don't mind, I wonder where a lone girl like you was headed traveling through such a dangerous area?" Osmand asks.

You explain to them the full story of the shining stone, your quest to get to the druids and save the island, and the many perils you have faced. They are both quite taken with your story and immediately ask to join you on your quest.

"We would be honored to travel with you," says Henrietta. "It would do us well to serve our order by fighting for good."

"Please, my dear," Osmand says. "We will fight true and brave, though we are old we are always ready."

Harietta elbows her husband in the side, "Old? Speak for yourself, old man! I'm ten years younger than you!"

Perhaps they would be good companions to accompany you on your quest.