Favors and questions

You gather supplies and a wagon for your trip. Clarissa tells you that it should take about two weeks, and that the trip is relatively safe.

You plan to leave in the morning, giving everyone time to rest. As you relax, Trevor comes to you with a request.

“Your route takes you mostly through Queen Sella’s lands. Could I ask you to stop and speak with her? I sent a message explaining what’s happening, but a personal visit would probably secure her support.”

You nod. “Of course. It’s mostly on our way, and if she’s half monster girl like you say, it should be pleasant.”

Trevor smiles. “Thank you, master mage. It’s a pleasure working with you, as usual. You have done so much for me, and you intend so much more. If you ever need anything, it’s yours. Simply ask.”

You shake his hand, and he gives you a bow and walks off. You consider his prophecy, and wonder what awaits him.

Later on, Clarissa approaches you. “Josh. I have a question to ask. Several, actually.”

You smile at her. “Go ahead. No need to be formal, I’m just a regular guy.”

She shakes her head. “I beg your pardon, but you very much are not. You’re a massively powerful mage, you toppled a kingdom in an afternoon, you’re surrounded by beautiful women who adore you. And...” She blushes as she continues, “...and you’re quite handsome as well.”

You chuckle. “Clarissa, I really don’t need my ego boosted any more than it is. Go ahead and ask your questions.”

Composing herself, she speaks. “First off, would it be acceptable for me to remove my armor? It’s uncomfortable to wear for long periods.”

“Of course! Make yourself comfortable. Hell, Sadie would probably run around naked if we let her.”

Without another word, Clarissa touches the fine silver chain around her neck, and her armor glows brightly. Seeming to liquify, it flows up her body, forming a small pendant on the chain.

As impressive as that is, what’s left leaves you speechless. Clarissa is wearing what can only be described as a spandex crop top and shorts of similar material. Her body is powerful, muscled but still very feminine. Not least of which because of her large breasts. She blushes as she feels your eyes on her, and she looks down, some of her molten copper hair spills across her face.

You smile. “Sorry, Clarissa. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s fine, I just didn’t expect it. You have so many women around you, I didn’t think I would rate a glance.”

You chuckle. “I’ll always have eyes for a beautiful woman. I hope I’m not upsetting you.”

“Not at all! Just surprised is all. Umm... my other question. Would you mind if I rode in the wagon tomorrow? Dwarves and horses don’t get along well.”

“Of course! You can ride with Rachel. Apparently if she rides another horse her butt will fall off, and we can’t have that.”

Clarissa laughs, a rich, pleasant sound. She smiles at you. “I think traveling with your harem will be pleasant.”

You nod. “I hope so, although most of us prefer ‘family’ instead of ‘harem’. Seems less possessive.”

She smiles. “I’ll remember that.”