Sir Lanceor and his lady, Lady Colombe continued down the path toward King Rience’s castle, following Sir Balin’s tracks. Sir Lanceor’s halfling attendant, Truonq, trailed behind so as to afford the couple some privacy. He grumbled to himself softly behind the knight and the lady as they flirted with one another, giggling playfully as they rode upon the same horse.

Sir Lanceor stopped the horse suddenly, spinning his head and cupping an ear towards the sounds of loud grunting in the distance.

“Shh!” he hushed. “Do you hear that?”

Sir Lanceor and Lady Columbe sat upon their horse in silence in the middle of the highway.

“No,” she replied, confused. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure,” the knight replied as he dismounted the horse and grabbed his lance. “But I intend to find out. Wait here.”

He turned back to Truonq and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Stand watch here, halfling!” he shouted softly. “I’m going to investigate a strange noise! Keep the lady safe!”

Truonq gave a thumbs up and a great big smile that faded rapidly the moment the knight looked away from here.

Sir Lanceor walked off the side of the highway, into the thick foliage and deep into the woods. He held his lance high, looking about vigilantly and listening carefully. He passed under singing birds and rustling leaves until he spotted a blonde, topless knight training by himself in a small clearing. Beads of sweat prickled across his great big muscley torso. His mighty steed was tied to a thick trunk with a long length of rope. The blonde knight grunted loudly as he thrust his lance at the air with powerful strokes. Sir Lanceor with impressed by the skilled motions he saw before him, but snapped himself out of it and called out to the knight.

“Halt,” Sir Lanceor cried out. “Who goes there?!”

The blonde knight froze, then looked at Sir Lanceor.

“Sir Deloras is my name,” the blonde knight replied cautiously. “I was merely training with my lance.”

Sir Lanceor approached slowly with his lance drawn. Sir Deloras had upon him a lance as well, a particularly long one, in fact. It was definitely the type of lance one would use if one were couching it under the armpit for a solid mounted strike.

“You look strong, sir knight,” Sir Deloras said with a sly grin, looking at the heavily plated knight from head to toe. “Tell me, sir knight. Do you joust?”

Sir Lanceor smirked and approached with his own lance raised.

“I do,” the knight said. “Shall we spar with one another?”

Sir Deloras rose his own lance, tossing his golden hair to the side with a flick of his head.

And then the two knights jousted for a long time. A… very long time, indeed.

Meanwhile, Lady Colombe and Truonq were tangled up with one another, making sweet, sensual love underneath Sir Lanceor’s horse.

“Oh, this is wrong,” Lady Colombe said. “What if he sees us?!”

“Set aside your fears, my Lady,” Truonq said. “I will be swift.”

“You’re always swift,” she prodded.

He prodded back, thrust with his tiny hips, causing her to moan softly.

The halfling tore at Lady Colombe’s clothes, staining the silky samite of her elegant dress with sweat and... other bodily fluids.

Meanwhile, in Rhiannon’s infinite sack, Merlin and Lady Viviane sat quietly around a dining table. She was chewing on a steak and he was sipping on some wine.

“Thanks for not doing weird things to my head,” Lady Viviane said out of nowhere as she tore into a piece of steak.

“Hm?” Merlin asked quizzically as he swirled his glass of wine that sat atop the long dining table. “What... sort of weird things, my lady?”

“Don’t bother,” she said, blushing. “Forget I said anything…”

“Right,” Merlin said, slightly concerned.

‘Just what the hell do I look like to her again?’ he cursed. ‘This avatar must be a bloody handsome devil!’