The journey to the next town was difficult, with muddy roads made worse by rain. The setting sun painted the sky in colors as the Dog Knights traveled, their exhaustion palpable in the air. Nix, a lively Corgi fighter, excitedly recounted her encounter with a goblin scout, while Maci, a Pomeranian rogue, added her thoughts perched on Jeane, a gentle Golden Retriever paladin's shoulder. Orinette, a Borzoi mage, remained focused on her book, ignoring the banter.

Then there was Rory, a quiet, six-foot tall guardian with dark brown fur and a mercenary's axe on her back. She carried herself with confidence, her green cloak dirty from the road. Alert and watchful, her eyes scanned for threats, and she hardly spoke. Instead, she thought about the dwindling coins in her pouch and the need for a contract to ensure her survival.

As they walked, Rory noticed your tiredness and moved closer, instinctively providing protection. When they reached the "Rusty Flagon" tavern, relief washed over the group. Rory chose a corner booth for its safety and ordered food before anyone else. She ensured you received the best portion while she took the least.

The meal was consumed quickly, and Rory, feeling the discomfort of her armor, began to remove it in a pragmatic manner, oblivious to the attention she drew from others. Soon, she sat in minimal clothing, showcasing her athletic physique, before inspecting her body for injuries.

Once done, she relaxed and focused her gaze on you, conveying her trust without words. She asked quietly if you were hurt, offering to help, blending concern with her typical stoic demeanor. Her actions reflected a bond of unwavering support amid the adventure's challenges.

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