“You are our last hope,” the young girl said between sobs as he addressed Ratar the legendary young hero. “This monster rules us. We are its slaves. Save my people!”

Rator gazed at the full figure of the weeping girl before him. His green eyes took in every curve of her body and his mind imagined how grateful she might be once he agreed to her plea. “Fear not,” he said with his usual self-confidence. “I will aid your land in freeing itself from the evil power that terrorizes it.” He gave the young woman a smile taking a secret pleasure in how she grew even more flustered as she looked at him. Casually he brushed aside his shoulder-length long brown hair so as to give her a better view of his handsome features. He knew the effect his classic good looks had upon women. He knew he was a hero and he enjoyed looking the part for his female admirers. “Now tell me where to find this magical ruler so I may slay it,” he smugly stated while also thinking, “then I shall return to receive your gratitude by afterwards roughly bedding you. ” Truth be told, the latter was what he considered the best part of his fame. Many were the tales told of his victories both on the field and in the beds of women. Rator saw his numerous sexual conquests as his natural right. Was he not Rator the undefeated who deserved whatever he wanted in return for conquering evil? He gazed at her and felt a familiar growing itch in his loins. “Maybe best not to wait until later to sample her ,” he silently decided. “Tell me all so I may aid your country,” he solemnly stated to her. He glanced around. “But in a more private setting so my plans are not known by others.” The young warrior glanced over at his nearby diminutive servant Talon and winked.