Macius picks a girl to flirt with

The redhead was probably the leader of the group, and Macius liked what he was seeing. He vaulted off Endelion onto the bank, and started striping off his shirt.

"Like what you see?" he winked at her.

The girls giggled, but for the redhead who stood perfectly still, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"I might." she admitted. "However, strong arms might help for carrying rocks, but we're not rocks. Maybe you need to prove your worth to Imarsi in a more... tangible way?" She gave a small but suggestive nod, which carried such innuendo that the big Knight felt himself blush. Not to be outdone by such a tiny wench, he stripped the rest of his clothing, standing in front of the young ladies in his standard issue loincloth.

"Woah there, my lord Knight!" exclaimed one of the naiads.

"Surely you must be joking. Yuck. Don't you people ever change, or bathe? This must be the dirtiest rag we've ever had the misfortune of being witness to!" Macius knew they were purposefully exaggerating, but they regrettably had a point. Knighting, and especially in the capacity of Knight-Errant, isn't the most civilised of endeavours. Dirt, blood, sweat, stains and bugs are the lot of the rough men who defend the Realm against all sorts of wild or undead creatures, and complaint about such details is beneath them. He shrugged, the redness on his high cheekbones increasing slightly. Catching himself, he jested.

"I apologise, my ladies. I should certainly burn the rag this moment, were I so lucky to find a bonfire! However, that would make me quite naked, and I am unsure whether you ladies can bear such a sight..."

Another round of giggling rippled through the naiads, until the redhead made a discreet gesture.

"We shall see, my lord Knight. As you wished, so shall it be."

As she finished her sentence, she winked a naughty smile at him, and suddenly a tiny orb of fire appeared in front of him. Long strands whipped from the orb and surrounded him, before they slowly made their way down to his midriff, warming his skin. He didn't complain, since the cool winds of the mountain actually wasn't extremely pleasant to him, but he felt rather nervous. Suddenly, the snaking, flaying arms of the orb creature rushed towards his crotch. He couldn't help it, and he yelped. A nasty smell of burned pork enveloped the Knight.

"Well, well, my lord Knight. It would seem the warm embrace of Imarsi's flames is rather threatening to your manliness" taunted the redhead.

Macius checked himself, but he was unhurt. Unhurt, and quite naked. His body hair was singed into oblivion and the rag was gone, the cinders blown away by a gust of wind. He stood, erect like a tree, in front of a few scores of naiads... and he was limp as a jellyfish.

The shame.