Besides the clacking of firewood and quiet murmurs, the camp was quiet. Only a few knights wandered about, patrolling or returning from a midnight piss.
"Well, well." Luther's back was turned to us. He shook himself and tucked his member back into his trousers before turning to face us in the shadows. "What were you two lovebirds doing in the middle of the woods?" He raised an accusing salacious eyebrow.
"That's none of your business Luther." I sneered.
"That's 'Captain' Luther to you wench!" He growled and took a step forward, intimidatingly.
I pulled my sword out and pointed it at his neck. "I dare you to do something stupid, so I can chop off that dick of yours." One side of my lip curled up in disgust.
