Guyld gets some help from Lenore and a paladin, Pardoo

The path to the St. Vendigeld estate wouldn't take too long to trek back on foot... even though they were in the low rent district now, truth be told, the rich and the poor were shamelessly cloistered together in the town of Merridan. The nobles took the front side of the main church on Church Street, while the poor took the back. That said, going to her very lavish house would mean first stepping through both through the busy town square and the judgmental, posh noble's district. To do all of that in a torn pair of panties was a tall order, even for the newly charitable Guyld III. She cupped one fist to her chin thoughtfully, turning her head this way and that.

Just then, two figures appeared in the distance. One looked like a knight of some kind... the church and the knights weren't on particularly good terms. Guyld tried to hide the annoyance on her face. The other figure, however, was Lenore, still dressed in her formerly owned dress with no leggings. She put two and two together: the tall, armored fellow must be someone that Lenore had brought to help her. Hopefully, they'd brought some clothing with them.

As the knight got closer, she saw that he was pretty handsome, with striking blue eyes visible from beneath his upturned visor. Those eyes were desperately absorbed in trying not to look at her exposed body. His handsomeness improved Guyld's opinion of Lenore's choice to fetch him, somewhat.

"Ma'am, I heard your distress and I came to help. I shall personally escort you back to your home." The knight pressed one hand to his breastplate proudly, even as his eyes refused to meet hers.

"Pardoo is a paladin of the church. He's a rare find these days; few are pure enough to pass the trial and wear the armor," Lenore introduced her helper, causing him to blush slightly at the praise. "I figured we should rely on help from the one guy we can be sure isn't going to lech on you right now..."

"... Just one guy, though?" The younger Guyld didn't sound convinced that he'd be of much help. "Shouldn't you have fetched a carriage or something?"

"... We didn't have the money for a carriage after our charitable donations today." Lenore, for that matter, didn't sound convinced of her answer. She hoped Guyld IV wasn't going to point out that she simply could have fetched one of the estate's own carriages.

"Ma'am, I will happily provide you the use of the order of paladins' purple cape, to hide your nakedness from prying eyes," Pardoo offered, quickly detaching his cape and handing it over. "Then, I will personally carry you back to your home." The others wondered if Pardoo realized how much heavier Guyld III was than he was perhaps remembering her...

"Are you serious? Everyone's still going to see!" The child still didn't sound happy about this solution. "Mama, let's put our heads together. There has to be a better solution than this outdated paladin carrying you nude through the town square..."

The elder Guyld dipped her head, trying not to let her frown show on her face and continuing to cover her heavy bosom with both hands, even as the others tried hard not to stare at it. Internally, she cursed her daughter. Being carried home by a handsome paladin hadn't actually sounded like a bad way to go...