You're curious

"Why would you want to do that?" The words come out a before you can stop them, "From what I've heard of the United Armies' commander, he has no problem with the taking of women as slaves." You tell her as you try to sort out what her game is. "You'd do better to get to the Kalion camp across the river, their king hates the gold-robed guild. You'd be safe there." As you speak you try to calculate the odds of avoiding the aerial blockade long enough to get her to across the river, but Lady Relia shoots down that plan before it even starts.

"No, I need to reach Lord Raxius."

"Do you think that old fart's gonna be overwhelmed by your youthful beauty?" You chuckle not unkindly at the romantic ideas that certain young women get listening to bards and minstrels spin their gilded poems. Before she can protest you lift her veil and head covering the rest of the way off revealing the blonde hair and grey/blue eyes, her face is undeniably beautiful. You nod in approval as you give your assessment.

"Oh, he'll fuck you, just like any other man would, but you'll still end up in the officer's comfort tents with the rest of the finest captured pussy." Relia's eyes widen in shock at both the loss of her veil and your crude language, and for the first time she seems aware of what her fate is most likely going to be. There is no way any young woman as hot as this is going to come out of this without some traumatic scars; the best she can hope for is for her family to redeem her at the grand auction, but by then only the fates know how many men will have sampled her sweet body. Suddenly a different thought strikes you.

"Wait, is this Lord Marshall a relative?" Saving the niece or granddaughter of a high ranking officer might be enough to get you out of this mess.

Lady Relia shakes her head, no. So much for that plan. The careful shake of her head makes the blonde waves of hair shimmer in the sunlight and you have to suppress the urge to touch it. It's hard concentrating on anything other than her delicate features and the way her hair frames her face - you are beginning to understand why free women might prefer to wear a veil. Not only were you a better listener before she revealed her face, but if a ****-guild procurer saw just how attractive this woman was, not even her high station could protect her from falling into their hands.

"No, but I have news that Lord Raxius needs to hear before it's too late." Now you are even more curious.

"What could be so important?" Lady Relia stares at you in silence for two or three breaths before softly shaking her head again.

"I can't tell you Rider, I'm sorry." It had almost seemed for a moment that she was going to share this urgent news of hers, but that after careful reflection she decided the risk was too great. You wonder if it because of the highborn lady's natural caution, your unkempt room and dress or the nature of the information that she had. Most likely a combination of all three factors.

"If I do this, you'll definitely have to pay me." You are liking this plan of hers even less than your ideas. "You are asking me to surrender to the United Armies along with you." There is no way that you're going to be a sucker just because a woman with a pretty face has you curious. "As I've explained, that gold won't work; it is too heavy." Lady Relia nods in understanding.

"What do you want?" The excitement in her voice is unmistakable as she realizes that you are at least willing to negotiate.