Charge!

Putting your loudness to good use, you roar, pulling your blade from its sheath with a low ring of metal on metal, striding forward with the confidence of a trained warrior. The young men startle, some looking angry but most looking frightened and ready to bolt. You pick up speed, lifting the four foot long blade for all to see. That did it, three bolted from the back and the others stumbled after them, cursing. You slow and stop in front of Amber, whose blush only intensifies as you turn to look at her.

{if Pervert > 14}You swear her legs are rubbing together and her breathing is a little... heavy. Your own stirring cock jumps at the prospect, her nubile form getting your blood pumping. You shake your head. She wasn't some tavern girl you could hit on, she was your companion. Get your head out of the gutter.

{else}The poor thing is practically shaking, her breathing is fast and her arms are tightly hugging her torso.

{endif}"Don't... say anything."

You nod appeasingly, immediately ignoring her request, "What were you thinking? Those guys could have **** you!" She flinches and squirms, glamor fading and revealing her swept-back ears.

"I... I had it under control..."

You snort, "Like hell you did! Those guys were going to masturbate on you if you were lucky and fuck your brains out if you weren't." She moans, though you can't quite tell if its in shame or... something else.

Sighing, you eye your meager sack of provisions, "I guess this will do for now, we should get out of here before they come back with pitchforks or something." Amber follows meekly as you set off for the gate, reviving her illusion and pulling her hood up over her face.