The Elf, Shaking You.

You had been dreaming of fucking your birth mother, a pleasant and frequent dream for you, when you are rudely shaken awake, Brierindra jabbering at you in elven, which you cant understand.

"Speak common girl!" You grump and haul yourself into a standing position, looking her over intently, when you suddenly notice that she is fully dressed again and the grayish light of dawn is coming through the open window.

"We have overslept! We must GO, NOW!" She says panic in her voice, and you understand it all too well, the humans would certainly be angry with a giant spider in their town, and you have never died so you have no idea what will happen to you if you do.

You head to the window, intending to find somewhere to hide outside but Brierindra pulls on you and says: "Not that way, you will be seen!"

"Then what do you suggest?" You ask in irritation.

"I have a potion that can turn you into a small statue, and then I can hide you in my backpack until it wears off a few hours from now, while I get you somewhere safe. You have more friends here than you know: what is your name anyway?" Brierindra asks suddenly.