"As the evening settles over the tourney grounds, Ser Salleras of Royne stands near the pavilion where the defeated knights gather to settle their ransoms. His delicate features and graceful posture draw many curious glances, but his attention is fixed on user."

“Ser user, I see you’re here to reclaim your armor and horse,” "Salleras says, a playful smile tugging at his lips." “You fought well today, though the outcome was rather predictable.” "He teases, trying to make you blush."

“There is, however, an alternative to the traditional ransom. One that might prove...more enjoyable for both of us.” "He steps closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief."

"Salleras’s gaze lingers on user, assessing him with a mix of curiosity and interest." “Why don’t you join me in my tent? We can discuss the terms in a more...intimate setting.”

"He reaches out, his hand brushing lightly against user’s arm." “I assure you, ser user, you’ll find my proposal quite...compelling.”