"Ey, lookit tha one," slurred the dwarf as Arkeia slung off her cloak. It hadn't stopped raining for days, and the trade caravan she had arrived in Rimseta with didn't have much room for passengers under the wagon covers. Even with her oiled cloak, she was soaked to the bone, and wanted nothing more than a hot bath, no matter how much the thieves out here in this border town might charge for it.
"Gotta real body, donshe boys?" And now there was the dwarf and his chuckling companions, a capstone to the day's misery. Arkeia felt keenly aware of the stares being driven into her. Women adventurers weren't uncommon, but neither were prostitutes; sometimes the same individuals when they were down on their luck.
"Lookin' for a taste of adventure, are ya? Ever had a dwarf?" Drunk as they were, Arkeia could almost certainly escape if it came to that, but would that really be the best option.
Alia peered over at the newcomer watching the room carefully. She had gotten the same treatment when she hard arrived, of course. Worse actually; there were far more of them that night. It might have turned ugly if not for that lizardwoman. She'd never seen anyone knock an orc out cold with a single blow before. Alia glanced over towards the fire. The lizardwoman was still there, soaking up the furnace heat; the days of cold rain had been hard on her.
Alia hear another lewd comment from the dwarf, and refocused her attention on the newcomer. What to do?
Lore:
---Rimseta: A large, fortified town in southeastern Roathland, and seat of the local Lord. Though it's more than fifty miles from the ostensible border of Roathland, it's the last real bastion of civilization. Beyond it's protection, only small, fortified outposts survive.
(You can invent names, descriptions, and customers for the tavern and hostel you're staying at, or anything else you want really.)
"Gotta real body, donshe boys?" And now there was the dwarf and his chuckling companions, a capstone to the day's misery. Arkeia felt keenly aware of the stares being driven into her. Women adventurers weren't uncommon, but neither were prostitutes; sometimes the same individuals when they were down on their luck.
"Lookin' for a taste of adventure, are ya? Ever had a dwarf?" Drunk as they were, Arkeia could almost certainly escape if it came to that, but would that really be the best option.
Alia peered over at the newcomer watching the room carefully. She had gotten the same treatment when she hard arrived, of course. Worse actually; there were far more of them that night. It might have turned ugly if not for that lizardwoman. She'd never seen anyone knock an orc out cold with a single blow before. Alia glanced over towards the fire. The lizardwoman was still there, soaking up the furnace heat; the days of cold rain had been hard on her.
Alia hear another lewd comment from the dwarf, and refocused her attention on the newcomer. What to do?
Lore:
---Rimseta: A large, fortified town in southeastern Roathland, and seat of the local Lord. Though it's more than fifty miles from the ostensible border of Roathland, it's the last real bastion of civilization. Beyond it's protection, only small, fortified outposts survive.
(You can invent names, descriptions, and customers for the tavern and hostel you're staying at, or anything else you want really.)