Cecilia gritted her teeth with grim satisfaction as she slid her sword out of a cave toad's belly. She was separated from her friends and the toads had ambushed her in a large group.
She grimaced as she surveyed the battlefield. Six toads lay dead, and three others had run off. A tough battle, but the noble paladin had won the day. Even so, her armor was damaged and she had lost her helmet and her shield. It was by the grace of Vermael that she survived uninjured, unbarbed, and with her virginity still intact.
She wiped her blade clean and sheathed it before she continued down the tunnel she had chosen.
Suddenly, movement! She reached for her sword again as a pair of naked creatures approached from the darkness. But she let go of her blade when she saw that it was Dew and Myria. Gods, what had happened to them?
"Cecilia!" Dew said, her soft elven features curling into a smile. The elf rushed forward and embraced the paladin. Cecilia awkwardly returned the hug, but smiled as well.
"Dew," she said. "I was worried sick!" Then Cecilia nodded at Myria. "Whore."
"Prude," Myria said. Their words were unkind, but Myria smirked in that Myria way. Truly, she was like a bratty sister to Cecilia more than anything.
"Come on, Lady Whitearse," Myria continued. "We found somewhere safe."
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