Rosalinde, a daughter of the petty nobility

Rosalinde von Geringburg strode confidently into the tavern, standing tall as she took in the room with green eyes flecked with gold--revealing a partly-elven ancestry, though Alis had eventually gotten her to stop introducing the two of them as cousins. Her red hair had been cropped short and uneven, as if she had done it herself with a blade, while on horseback. Which, knowing her, Alis was sure was exactly what had happened, probably just now on the hour's ride from her family's manor to Maplewald. She wore a maroon doublet, finely made yet unadorned, with similarly practical breeches and boots, along with a dark leather belt and sheath.

Sedainaris and Albrecht broke their embrace for a moment to exchange greetings with her, panting and flushed with a visible bulge in the latter's breeches. Rosalinde looked the nude elf woman up and down with a lecherous grin, which only grew wider when she turned and saw Alis and Sigrid staring back at her with wide eyes and matching blushes as they stood with their boobs still squished together.

"Ah, am I interrupting something? Please, don't stop on my account," she said slyly.

Sigrid stepped back like she'd been scalded, muttering something about 'that pervert' and shooting Alis a glare as if it was somehow her fault. The other girl sauntered over to their booth, sprawling out on the bench. "Ooh, goodberries!" she cheered, grabbing a half-squashed fruit from Sigrid's forgotten pile and popping it into her mouth.

The mage snatched her hand back with a scowl, holding the berries close to herself protectively. "Hey, get your own! Not that it matters, it's not like they'll help you grow real boobs or something!"

Rosa snorted, proudly thrusting out her much smaller chest. "Please," she said, "why would I want fat udders like yours getting in the way all the time? If anything, maybe you should be eating less, cow--oh, ah, no offense Alis. Even if yours are bigger now, you're still cuter."

"Can you all just stop talking about my breasts, please?!" the half-elf in question said, cheeks blazing red as she slumped down beside Fendis, across the table from the two bickering girls.

The wolfgirl tilted her head consideringly as she deposited more pocket-berries on the table. "I think they're a good size, Alis. You could nurse a whole litter of cubs with tits like that, two even."

Alis groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Seriously, enough. Rosa, why don't you tell us more stories about the Academy? Fendis and I haven't seen you since the winter break."

The Brandenstein Academy of Warfare and Administration was one of several such institutions founded across the Commonwealth during the reign of the previous Archking, Kasimir the Reformer. Attendance was free to the children of all the Kingdoms' nobility, even those on the bottom rung like Baron von Geringburg, though the various related expenses ensured it remained somewhat exclusive. Rosalinde's father had enrolled her as a last-ditch effort to instill his youngest daughter with a sense of duty and propriety, perhaps even catching the eye of a wealthier or more prestigious House's heir in the process.

It had backfired horribly however, the distance from home and her father's influence making Rosa even more willful and audacious. Not to mention how being constantly surrounded by beautiful young men and women with little direct supervision had only nurtured her existing perverted streak, leading to several potentially-scandalous dalliances over the last two years. Those were some of Rosa's favorite stories to tell them when she came back to visit over the Yuletide, and her recounting of them tended to be... highly detailed.

"Alright, enough!" Alis said after only a few minutes, hands over her ears to block out the absolutely filthy things her friend was describing. She grasped for something else to talk about, turning to the blonde mage. "Sigrid! How was your apprenticeship?"

Sigrid stiffened at the sudden attention, cheeks pinkening even more than they had from listening to Rosa's stories. She stumbled over her words at first, but soon enough was chatting away about her master's brilliance, the beautiful sights of Lorenzhafen, and all the shopping she'd done. "...On that note, I got a little something for each of you from the Artificers' Guild. They're with my pack, I'll show you when we're setting out tomorrow."

Curiosity peaked, Rosa leaned over and started badgering her to reveal the surprise early. The conversation flowed naturally from there, each telling the others what she had gotten up to while they were apart, interspersed with reminiscing about their childhood together in Maplewald. At some point Alis' parents had calmed down, and Sedainaris came by with a quartet of tankards for them. Despite her earlier words on the subject, Rosa was blatantly admiring the elf's impressively large breasts as she leaned over the table, Sigrid attempting to be a bit more secretive about her own ogling while Fendis simply stared unabashedly as she chowed down on goodberries.

"To adventure!" they toasted, drinking deeply from their ales. Tomorrow morning they would be setting out for the larger town of Drachensturz to register with the Guild and hopefully pick up their first quest, but today was for celebrating, catching up with old friends, and getting drunk!