Listen to her

You don't say anything, letting the elf continue speaking. "I never... paid too much attention to you before. You been with us like... what, a year?" She says, her green eyes focused on your face.

"More or less" You simply answer, shrugging your shoulders.

"A year... And you are still the 'errand boy'... Why didn't you ever ask to be promoted to squire? You sure as hell earned the rank."

"I... I don't know..." You simply say, scratching the back of your neck. "I guess I am... scared... scared of fighting. I have this dagger, but... I've never used it." You continue talking, softly tapping the sharp knife on your hip. "I wouldn't really be a good adventurer."

"Well, that's a shame... a real shame..." She sighs, looking down at the floor in silence for a few seconds before looking up at your face again. "...Last year, a hunter from this town was killed by wolves. I did a little investigation, and... he was your father, right?" ...He was. You simply nod your head with a sad expression.

"I know it doesn't concern me, but... after what happened to him, are you really sure you don't want to learn how to defend yourself? How to defend the people you love? We can train you, I'm sure you can become an adventurer, a great one, we can really help people. You are not like those egocentric, fucking douchebags that Abel likes to hire, you are... different. And I feel like the dumbest idiot ever for not realizing it before!" She speaks, getting more and more passionate with every word, firmly grabbing your arms and standing on her tip-toes to reach your height. You can see her big eyes sparkling and her long, pointy ears twitching. "...S-sorry, got a bit excited..." Agis embarrassedly says after a few seconds, clearing her throat and loosening her grip on you.

"But the offer still stands. What do you say?" She finishes, and you are left speechless. A few days ago, you would scream 'no' and run home with your tail between your legs. But now, you felt confident. She thinks you are special? You don't really agree with her, but... you had to try, you had to try.

"Alright. I'm in." You simply say with a serene smile on your face.

"Yes! You won't regret it. I promise!" The elf happily says with that girlish, gentle voice tone that she seems to use only on special occasions. She has a beautiful smile, your heart flutters when you see it. Agis gets on her tip-toes again and plants a little gentle kiss on your cheek. "Things are going to get better. I can feel it!"

"I need to take care of a few things to make it official, but in the meantime..." She grabs a few gold coins out of her pocket and slips them inside your hand. "Go to the blacksmith and buy yourself a good sword. Rhea there will teach you the basics on how to use it, tell her I've sent you... she owes me a favor."

Before you can say a word, the elf gives you another kiss, this one on your jaw, very close to your lips. "I have some paperwork to do now. But come by later... squire~." She winks her eye at you, contently walking towards her office with an unawarely seductive swing of her hips... heh... well, to the blacksmith it is, then.

You arrive at the shop, standing in front of the shack's entrance door and reading the little sign on its side. 'Rhea's weapons and other shit!" Is carelessly written under a little drawing of a black anvil. Not very professional, but you are nobody to judge... You grab the door's handle, pushing it open and stepping inside.

"A customer! Top o' tha mornin' to ya!" A loud, deep female voice exclaims in a weird accent immediately as you enter. You jump in surprise as the imponent voice booms all over the modestly sized building.

The source of the voice (And probably Rhea) is a towering, 7 feet tall bovine girl with short white hair and bright, amber-colored eyes. Her body toned and well-defined, but still incredibly curvaceous and feminine; sporting wide child-bearing hips and two ridiculously big udders barely contained by her skimpy dark leather strap clothes. Long, pitch-black horns stick out from the top of her head, a cow-like tail hangs right over her ass, brownish fur covers her strong calves and her feet are replaced by hooves. Recalling a monster manual you skipped over one time when you were bored, a minotaur's daughter has a 50/50 chance of being born as a short, submissive cowgirl or a tall, incredibly strong minogirl. It's pretty obvious which one Rhea was.

"Hey, are ye just goin' to stand there all day, lad? Come here, I don' bite!"