An invite to a quest

Arnaxis spends a few minutes cleaning up alongside you, allowing you a good look at his nude body. You watch intently as he pours water from a bucket down his tall, muscular body, his scales gleaming wet. His large, thick arms flex as he scrubs himself, his clawed hands sliding over his broad shoulders, narrow athletic hips, and muscular butt. His hung dragon cock and large balls hang between his thighs, swaying hypnotically as he wades through the water...

“Done?” The draconian asks, startling you out of your ogling. You nod, and follow Arnaxis as he climbs from the spring. The two of you dry off and get dressed. Arnaxis wears a pair of leather pants, as well as leather straps across his torso that hold the sheath of his longsword. It doesn’t look very protective, but you don’t mind the view of his muscled body. Besides, his scales should give him some protection anyway.

“Like I said earlier, I have something I want to do.” He says, taking a box down from a high shelf.
“And now that I have someone to travel with me, I think it’ll be safe enough for me to transport it.”
He opens it, and pulls out a cloth-wrapped object. You watch on as he removes the cloth to reveal a bronze helmet, sized for a dragonborn.

“A few months ago, I was out scouting the nearby lands, when I came across an abandoned temple. It had been ransacked, but I still managed to find this inside.”
He taps the helmet, which shimmers slightly.
“It had the ring of magic to it, so I wanted to bring it back to my clan. But the road is long and full of threats, and I couldn’t be sure I’d make it back to my clan without risking it being lost or stolen. So I put the helmet up on the shelf and forgot about it.”

He re-wraps the cloth cover, then ties it in place. “However, now that you’re here, I have someone that I trust to accompany me on the road back to my clan. Would you do that for me?”