Family of sisters

Certain now that none of the robbers were still alive, Dareios stopped by one of their bodies to clean his blade off the blood on their coat. Meanwhile he looked up to have a better look at the three women he'd rescued.

"Who are you...?" One of them asked, breaking the silence, while looking nervously to the sword in his hand and then at the corpses of their assailants scattered upon the ground. Her eyes were big and green - framed by a beautiful young face and long, curly dark brown hair -, and they reflected openly the mixed emotions that were passing through her mind...

She was clearly impressed, but also a little frightened of this man who had come to their rescue, and it spoke of her courage that she'd placed herself slightly in front of the others as if trying to protect them. There was no question that she'd been the one to have thrown that dagger, and now he noticed there was another already concealed in her shaky hand.

"Interesting..." He thought to himself, while looking curiously to the others to see if they too carried any weapons. It didn't seem so however, and his eyes returned to the one in front. She didn't look like a warrior, with her slender build and unwieldy dress, but their traditions were different from his own and their appearances could be deceiving. Just like was the case with her breasts, which were surely nothing to be ashamed of, yet lay hidden by several layers of clothes...

The one on her left was a little more open about herself, having her dress cut down the front to show a generous amount of her lovely cleavage. He liked that practise a lot better, even though she would still appear prude compared to the customs of his homeland.

Just like the first one she was breathtakingly beautiful, sharing similar features and the same green eyes, though her hair was even longer and so dark it was almost black - held back from her face by an ornate barrette at the back of her head. A blush rose on her cheeks as she noticed him eyeing her, but her eyes darted nervously to the ground instead of returning his polite interest in her appearance.

The last one stared back at him with unabashed curiosity however, looking from his muscular frame to his masculine jaw and face. Her eyes were possibly even bigger than the others, and a little bit darker, making her visage very cute like that of a child's. Her body witnessed of her age though, even if she was a bit on the short side, with her tight dress unable to hide the curves of her hips and voluptuous chest. He noticed her hair was cut a little shorter too, and had a little bit of red to it, but otherwise shared the same tone of dark brown as the one in front.

"My name is Dareios, of Arakan." He finally introduced himself, hoping his broad accent wouldn't scare them further, while sticking his sword into the ground to show them he didn't mean any harm. Why would he, after saving them from bandits? "And I'm headed for the city of Tharros. I hope that you are all well, my ladies?"

"We are now!" The slender one to the left managed a smile at him, but immediately slipped her eyes back to the ground again as he tried to meet them. A strange custom, he thought to himself, but knew that not all people shared the same pride in showing their bodies as those of his own.

"Yes, thank you a lot!" The one in front added, breathing in relief as if she finally accepted the battle was over. The dagger remained in her hand however, but it didn't look like she'd be ready to use it. "We are in your debt, Dareios!"

"My name is Selene." She continued after a moment's pause, during which she glanced down at his body and looked like she would like to ask why he wasn't wearing any clothes. But she hesitated, and instead pointed to the two girls at the left and right of her. "And these are my younger sisters, Natalya, and Fainne."

"Well, that explains the similar looks." Dareios had already figured for himself, nodding politely at each one of them while taking another quick look at their pretty faces. Natalya was the shy one, apparently the middle in age, while Fainne, with her childish big eyes, was indeed the youngest.

"We are headed for Tharros ourselves!" Selene told him, looking to the wagon behind them. She seemed to hesitate for a moment to continue, but then flashed him a fickle smile. "Perhaps we could make you company...?"

"Yes, of course!" He was glad to accept the offer, as he was unsure of their reactions if he'd been the one to ask them first. If there was any more bandits about, the women could surely need his help. And as for himself, he was more than happy to be travelling in such lovely company!

The slight downside however, was the fact that Selena insisted him to be wearing a little more clothes - emphasizing that her younger sisters were not used to such outlandish customs. Whether she was any more experienced remained to be seen, but at least she wasn't staring at him like Fainne, or pretending not to do so like Natalya.

"You can ride in the wagon if you want..." She offered him, once he'd put on his clothes, but seemed only slightly more at ease with his manhood hidden by his loincloth and most of his muscular frame wrapped in the long cloak. "Unless it is your custom to walk by foot...?"

"It keeps you strong..." He noted soberly, but glanced to the two beauties already seated upon the wagon and then back to the one in front of him. Sometimes though, even the greatest of warriors must allow themselves some rest...