Let Helga Down Gently.

“I appreciate the offer but I will have to say no.” I shook my head. The last thing I needed was to be tired in the morning if I was to end up in another fight.

“Fair enough I suppose. Best to not mix business with pleasure I suppose. Offer still stands if you come back alive and in one piece.” Helga smiled and leaned over giving me a peck on the lips. “Good night.” She grinned and slid off of the bed and slipped out of the room. I awoke the next morning at the crack of dawn and grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs. I saw the girls getting the tavern ready for another day. Arwen sweeping up the floor. Her slender tight ass swaying slightly from side to side as she moved while Helga was wiping down tables. Her tits, which were pushed up by the bodice she wore, swinging back and forth in her low cut dress. It was rather hypnotic to watch.

“Morning.” Arwen smiled up at me. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough,” I nodded.

“You're up early.” Helga smiled.

“Thought I get an early jump on things.” I smiled back. I felt a little bad about turning her down last night. Though it could be because of how her tits looked in that dress.

“Morning sweetheart. Sleep well?” Astrid smiled.

“Well enough ma'am. Thank you.”

“Would you like some breakfast before you go?” Astrid asked.

“Sure why not.” I shrugged. I knew if I said no it might be a while before my next meal.

“I will get it,” Arwen said as she walked by.

“Can you keep this back there for me?” I asked walking toward the bar top and held out my satchel.

“I take it you don't trust leaving it in your room?” Astrid smiled and took it.

“Rather be safe than sorry.” I shrugged. I wanted to keep my pouch with me just because one never knew.

“You sound like my Tomen. Trusting yet cautious. Speaking of which I dug this out of his stuff. I never had the heart to toss it out. A little worn in but still in good shape.” She said bending over behind the counter giving me a great view of those big beautiful tits. She stood back up holding a leather jacket. “ I figure you could use it more than my husband's ghost.”

“Thanks,” I said and took it sliding it on.

“A little short but still looks good on you.” Astrid smiled. It stopped several inches from my waist and was short on the arms but the leather bracer I wore on my left arm at least covered the rest of one arm. It was snug in shoulders but not too restricting. It was better than nothing and it wasn't like I was going looking to pick a fight with an orc or something.

A little while later Arwen brought out a bowl of porridge. I gobbled it down quickly as Torvald readied the horse for me. He asked if I wanted him to come with but I thought better of it. I had saved his ass yesterday so it would suck if he came along and died, and having a city boy in the woods didn't seem like a good idea. I only had to worry about my own ass now. He offered to take me to a brothel if I came back alive and with the mead.

I set off as the streets began to fill, mostly merchants setting up their stalls or commoners beginning their workday. I enjoyed the ride as a cool breeze caressed my skin. I was almost near the forest when a woman's screams sent a flock of nearby birds flying. I saw a woman on a horse going full gallop through the tree line as she looked to be struggling to be holding on. She diffidently didn't have control of the animal. I just hoped my horse had some speed left in him given his age.

“Yaw,” I yelled and took off after her. I rode hard cutting off the road and into a field toward the woman on horseback. I had to admit the fact that I was catching up was a surprise as the old horse still had some get up and go left but I didn't know for how long. I debated my option as I closed the gap. None of the ideas in my head seemed to be very good ideas. It came down to jumping over to her horse or trying to pull her over to mine.