Head inside

Evellyn leads her prisoner up the sloping path, and to the low wooden stairs that ascend to the building’s open door, pushing her inside. The interior is relatively sparse - log walls for the most part, with a few animal pelts hung up for decor. A few beams of sunlight make their way through the various windows, illuminating the couple shelves, crates and cabinets scattered across the room, containing all manner of equipment and supplies to satisfy any passing traveller with coin to spend. Pelts, saddles, food-rations, cloaks, lanterns and tinderboxes, shoes, bedrolls and more, this place definitely has the look of an outpost where those on a long voyage might replenish their depleted stocks. Evellyn is left wondering just how damned far from the city you’ve ditched her!

Her attention is drawn by a cough for attention to the left of the door, where a counter is located. A hulking figure had been sitting behind it, but was roused from their stool to take a look at what just stumbled into their store; a burly, broad-shouldered half-orc woman with olive green skin and wild dark-brown hair tied into a ponytail, presumably Narza. Evellyn knows what parts of her your eyes would undoubtedly have focused on, as she herself cannot help but have her sight be drawn down to the unavoidable cleavage, and the great pair of massive tits that labour to form it, each one crowned by a conspicuous nipple firmly visible through the fabric of her linnen croptop, straining to contain the volume.

“Now what do we have going on here,” she asks, equal parts surprised and interested. “You got a pet for sale?”