“Why’d she do that?”

“Well shit. Then where’re my clothes?” Beltan asked in the now empty room. Resolving himself for the next ten or so minutes, Beltan opened the door, proudly striding through the surprisingly pristine and extravagant interiors, his fully nude body on display to the now dozens within the halls.

The multitudes of people here consisted of many different races, most of which he’d killed many of, and those multitudes were steadily gazing in his direction, and most of the female gazes were towards his exposed member, reaching halfway down to his knee, many such women were drooling among themselves, as Beltan strode through the halls, before he was suddenly approached by an unknown woman.

As Beltan began smiling, she interrupted him, “Hello, Mr. Beltan. It looks like I was too late.” As she finished speaking, she cast some magic, and before his and everyone else’s eyes, a full crimson suit, with an inky cloak, apparated onto his form. "Come with me please.” She spoke, then walked away, Beltan following shortly after.

After a minute of walking, they’d reached a room, and upon entering it, he was met with over a dozen other people with the same plate he’d received, and while they were all quite grizzled, none were more grizzled than the battle hardened Orc he was, all except for ONE thirteen foot tall Dire-Bearkin, who looked quite experienced, though Beltan was sure he could take him puffing his chest out aggressively, and crossing his arms.

Before long, the figure who brought him here walked into the room with an Orc, smaller than him, though almost as muscled, introducing him as Class A Adventurer Geltin Breaktooth.

After an hour of boring speeches which Beltan nearly walked out of, they were released to the massive building of the true Proudspire Adventurers Guild.

As Beltan was departing the hellish room, he was interrupted by the same figure who he’d woken in the nude with, and she led him to a larger room than before, where he laid upon the even softer bed, and fell asleep in an instant.

…

Upon waking up from the wondrous respite, he rose to his feet, got dressed in his new clothes, and began walking through the large compound, eventually reaching the exit, and walking up a large set of stairs, going up nearly a hundred feet, before he reached the top, a random alley of the coastal city greeting his gaze, as he walked forward, leaving the obscure entrance behind.

As he was walking through the streets, he caught a few gazes at his form, though not many were of disgust or content, and most were from QUITE engrossed women, whose eyes couldn’t leave the bulging in his pants.

As Beltan continued his through the streets, generally uninterrupted, he finally reached the inland exit of the city, which conveniently released a few miles from a dense forest, which he intended to inhabit for a while.

After around an hour of running, Beltan had reached the beginning of the heavily concentrated grove, squeezing his form through the crevices he could hardly fit through, resorting to chopping a few trees with a random axe from the bag, but it broke after only a few trees, though looking upon the odd menu floating around his face, he gained a new skill, “Flora Felling lvl 2”.

As he was working through half a dozen random axes he’d pulled from the cottage chamber, Beltan finally reached an opening, an expansive, verdant glade.

As he began walking through it, after ten minutes of trotting about, he found a patch of neatly trimmed flowers, and beside it, a different batch, and as he looked around, he noticed hundreds of different types of flowers, grown in a manner his tribe had all but disdained, he was overcome by the innumerable vibrant hues, as his grizzly trodden past hadn’t allowed for much color, other than red.

As Beltan was pondering his past, he heard an exclamation of surprise, and as he turned to see, he saw a beautiful Elven woman, whose age he couldn’t really tell, but that was true for most Elves anyway, though, for once, this Elf WASN’T running from him, screams DIDN’T follow his appearance, and he WASN’T out for blood.

AS Beltan began looking towards his hands, blood spilling forth, though in his eyes only, as he was suddenly beset by visions of some kind, resurfacing things he’d never thought harshly of, but now…