Call out to him

“Oi, muscles! You lookin’ fer a fighter?” you yell down from your tree.

He looks up but can’t seem to pinpoint where you are. “Ah? Yes. Who are you tree spirit?”

“Tree spirit? Na I’m a dwarf.” You blurt out.

Aww damn, I shoulda gone with the tree spirit thing to mess with him a bit.

“Oh… alright. You willing to fight for coin then?”

“Aye that’s fine… I’m a bit uh-bare right now thus the hidin’. Clothes would needtae be part o’ that deal.”

“Don’t exactly carry a spare set on me, but I can give you my shirt if that’ll do?”

His shirt looks like it should be just big enough to cover most of you. You hesitate but sensing it’s too late to back down, you opt to accept. “Aye that’ll do, toss it up into the tree beside ye.”

He pulls off his shirt revealing a surprisingly toned body beneath. He tosses it up into your tree as you pull it off the branch it landed on. Donning the shirt, it smells heavily of the man’s sweat. You pull it down as it barely covers your large rear.

This thing barely manages to cover me arse! Why couldn’t it have been a taller guy. Guess it’s better than bein’ fully nude. I should be alright so long as I don’t bend at all.

“Alright lad, look away a sec.”

He does so as you hop down from the tree. As you land he looks back at you raising his eye brows. “Damn, nice body.”

Your face goes red at the abrupt compliment. Your eyes shoot to his muscles as you say the first thing that comes to mind. “Uh y-yea you too.”

“Alright no time to mess around, what’s your fighter name?”