The blacksmith

"Let's take you to the blacksmith," Piahla says with a mocking smile. "I bet your big... strong... bulky muscles would be really helpful to her," the elven woman says as she jiggles Hilda's flabby belly, making the embarrassed noble squeal and blush.

Piahla leads the flustered knight to a small forge, where an obviously quite strong, Dwarven woman is busy hammering away at a sword.

"Hey Rolga!" Piahla shouts over the din of the forge, trying to get the busy dwarf's attention. After a few attempts the short woman stops her work, and wipes the copious amount of sweat from her burly brow.

"What do you want?" Asks the dwarf, obviously not too happy to see the meddling elf. "I'm busy." The dwarf then reached for a tankard of (probably) ale and chugged from it.

Rolga was short, about 4' 5" but built Ford tough. Her biceps were as big as Hilda's head, and looked like the could crush a man with little effort. Her ruddy brown hair was kept short (didn't want it catching fire), and the large safety apron she wore made it hard to get a good look at her... until she turned around.

Hilda gasped and blushed. Rolga wasn't wearing anything under her apron! The dwarven woman was practically nude!

"I've got a new helper for you!" Piahla shouted in a sing-song voice, reveling in the discomfort she was inflicting upon Hilda and Rolga. "Master Hunkington found her wandering in the woods. She's a dumb mute, but it looks like she's strong enough to help you, sweet Rolga!"

The dwarf shudders at the news while Hilda blushes, too humiliated to speak.

"I don't need a helper," Rolga protests as she turns around and sets her tankard down, giving Hilda an excellent look at her voluptuous form.

She may not be tall, but she's stacked! Her breasts, ass and thighs are soooo wide! She could probably give Queen Belinda a run for her money... if the rumors are true about her...

"Well, too bad, 'cause you have to take her on!" Piahla says as she pushes Hilda forward and turns to leave. "Byyyyeeeeeeeee!"

Hilda looks at the dwarf and blinks, still blushing.

Rolga finishes her drink and looks Hilda over, judging her like a piece of meat. "Well, if you're gonna help, I need to see what you can do. Strip down."

Hilda's mouth drops in shock as her hands immediately go to her (covered) breasts and crotch.