Average Night in this Hellhole

A wyvern hit the camp on my watch near Blackluster’s tent. I gave chase.
 
Been a while since I had a hide and seek that intense.
The beast wasn’t alone—had a rider in full plate. Dragonborn. Maybe that explains the coordination.
 
Had her nearly had her, but one mistake gave her the opening. I didn’t get away.
 
The dragonborn is something called an "Archon here". They call her Ser Bellindra Kippowrath. She’s hot half bad. Might even find her company enjoyable under a different situation.
 
Seems slavery’s illegal in these parts. She wasn’t pleased with Blackluster’s methods.
 
Tomorrow, it’s Holt’s jail for me.