"Each night after Wilmund help me bandaged my wounds from the crash, he goes to sleep next to me under the moon light. Mind you, he doesn't sleep naked, but his old rag keep falling off which make him seems like he wear nothing at all. I've slept with fine men like Wilmund various time on my journey, but someone with this much body hair and not smell filthy at the same time is quite new to me. His entire body smell of the sea - make sense since he spent a lot of his time fishing - even his private parts taste like salt. On one of these nights Wilmund had a wet dream while I'm still awake because this god-forsaken wound get worse once sunset, I licked his white nectar while he is dreaming about some wild adventure. Perhaps I'd ask him if men was his taste in the upcoming days."