To the nearby town, and its market.

You know that if you want to turn someone into your ****, you will need the proper equipment. As such, you will need to buy some. the market seems an apt place to do so.

As you approach the town, you are stopped by a young woman wearing garb signaling her as a squire.

She approaches you with a confident swagger, accentuating the curve of her hips as she struts towards you. she has sandy blonde hair, cut short, and her brown eyes sparkle imperiously.

"You there, giant." she calls, her voice heavy with weariness. "Have you seen my lady recently? she stands at about my height, has black hair, and her eyes are green."

As a mater of fact, you had seen her. She was tied to a chair, **** from the brutal fucking that you had given her the night before. Though, you don't think you should tell this woman that.

"Apologies mistress," you say, wincing at the honorific "But I have seen no one matching that description."

"yes, I thought so" she replies, her tone one of condescension. "Well, if you do, tell her that her squire is looking for her, alright?"

"Yes, mistress." you reply.

"Good" she says flatly, before moving off down the road.