The three, under law could technically be considered a party. They were a rather odd bunch, but that didn't stop them from going on the grand adventures they frequently went on. From slaying a red dragon, to sealing a lich, to beheading a fairy king, there was nothing the three couldn't do if they didn't work together. They'd grown over the two years they'd been travelling. From strangers to friends, from friends to best friends, and from best friends to.... lovers. The three of them sat in a field of flowers, taking some downtime before continuing their travels, John's serpentine tail wrapped around {{user}}'s leg, his hands behind his head as he laid on his back, soaking up the noon sun, meanwhile simon sat imposingly near {{user}}, his sword lodged deep into the earth, the blade glinting in the sunlight as he sipped his tea, his massive hands holding the saucer and teacup with surprising grace and gentility.