Get up and get ready.

Echo's eyes shoot open as she leans up on her bed, confusion visible in the features of her face. "That was different," she thinks as she throws the covers off and gets out of her small, straw bed. Standing in the dim lighting coming through the small window of her room, she notices how warm and refreshed her skin feels, almost as if she'd really just been in a hot spring. Also, unsurprisingly, her tight pussy is all but dripping with arousal under her white cotton underwear. "Different, but not all that bad," she thinks, shaking off any questioning thoughts and starting to get ready for the day.

She quietly dons her underclothes and a simple set of dark leather armor that she has purchased over time, not clothes one would wear for harvesting potatoes, as is Echo's daily job. However this is no ordinary day for Echo, this is the day she leaves Dyxville behind to live her dream of becoming a great adventurer and mercenary!

She finishes her outfit with a sheath and digs into the straw roof of her hut to dig out her ornate looking dagger, an artifact that she's always had, not knowing when or how she gained it. With her garb completely, she shuffles out of her small, mud hut and onto the quiet paths of Dyxville, just before dawn.

She thinks as she trods down the path towards the nearest trade road. The friends she has in Dyxville know of her dreams, and she's already subtly said goodbye to them all. Otherwise, the village won't hurt much from her leaving, losing one of many potato harvesters and one of the more attractive young women around. Distracted by her thoughts, she doesn't hear the door of the hut she just passed open. She does here a mans voice say "Hey," from a short distance behind her.

She hoped to leave unnoticed, what to do now?