Yes

"In the other room." The young widow whispers as you stroke her softly. "He's just a few months old, don't hurt him."

"I'm not going to hurt him." You assure the woman, "in fact I think I can help." Her eyes light up for an instant and then quickly become wary again.

"What do you want?" She asks, and at least part of your answer becomes apparent as you lick the new-formed drop of milk from her nipple. "You want me as your ****, to fuck and suck like a common whore?" Her tone is just short of contemptuous, but you ignore her insolence.

"Yes, that and more." You tell her, "But in exchange I will take care of you and your son. I'm a Rider myself and I can make sure he gets a chance to live up to his heritage." You might have said more, but a loud pounding starts at the door to the apartment, and you know you don't have much time.

"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 realize there is an even better treasure here, you add urgently "and where is his rutter?" The pounding at the door grows louder and you can hear the sound of an ax striking at the locked door makes you shake her by her shoulders causing her 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 her 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 start fussing when he sees his mother and a pile of soiled diapers overflowing from a wicker hamper. As quickly as possible you bury the contents of the chest into the shit and pee covered 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 damn 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 crouching nearly naked on the floor 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 was 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 were 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 ax he brought with him he heads for the door. "Let's find those sisters we were told about; they must be around here somewhere."