The beginning of a long journey

You start on your adventure with the mage. You and he have started on a long dirt path, already ways from the town you met in. You walk with your sword strapped to your back and your shield on your arm. You glance at the elven mage that walks slightly ahead of you. Now that his body isn't hidden by a table, you can better see him. He's wearing tan trousers, olive green, leather shoes, and a brown 'battle skirt' that only fell across his crotch and his ass. There was some sort of strange red fur wrapped around each of his leg and above his waist. It looks out of place but must be some sort of fashion statement for mages.

You snort silently to yourself.

You can't help but keep looking at him, though. From behind, you can better see the curves in his body. He is lean, lightly muscled with a slight feminine figure. He looks just like any other elf minus the fact he has slightly flared hips and thick thighs(something you would most commonly associate with females of any race). Your eyes are drawn to the tail of his long, shock of red hair. The end of his hair, swaying with every step he takes, ends just brushing his backside.

You still can't wrap your mind about why this mage, as young but powerful as he looks, would accept anyone's aid. He was from the Galinal Tower, everyone from there were pompous assholes, too good for anyone's help.

You look up at the sky, taking notice at how fast night was approaching. You think you both should stop and set up camp for the night, somewhere off the road. It would be foolish to travel in the dark. "Xharlion," you call his name, getting his attention almost instantly. He looks at you over his shoulder. You can see his eyes are glowing slightly in the dark.