Yarendale

The next morning arrived, the birds could be heard chirping away, and Garz felt rejuvenated at his epiphany of his new goal. He dressed in in a shirt that was a size too big for him, and had to be tucked into his pants. He was still without any boots, and the ones here were too big to be comfortable or practical for him.

Garz left the tent and saw Nessa on all fours again, this time at the campfire as she blew at the embers to catch light. She was wearing a form fitting pair of black leather pants that did nothing to hide the size of her big ass. She also wore a red wool woven pullover, that stretched over the size of her chest. And on her feet were some high heeled black boots that complimented the full outfit.

This seemed to be a pattern now, with Garz finding her in this position. She heard the sound of him leaving his tent, and looked over her shoulder at him. She blushed again like last night, and quickly got to her feet.

A yawn was heard from Astrid's tent as she came out from it, wearing only an over sized shirt that acted like sleepwear. Her leggy lower half was exposed, and Garz liked what he saw. The top buttons were undone, and showed off a generous amount of her cleavage. Garz could also see she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were erect.

"Morning everyone." She said to Nessa and Garz, her hand over her mouth as she stifled another yawn. Her eyes looked at the goblin knowingly, as the memory of being by the stream flooded both their minds.

She looked awkward at first, but it soon turned into a confident smile at Garz.

"Sleep well?" She asked Garz.

"I did indeed." He said, and made an effort to check her out. Astrid squirmed a little, feeling his gaze upon her.

The three of them ate together, and packed up their gear as best they could, with some help from Astrid and Nessa, as Garz wasn't that used to packing a tent.

Astrid had gotten dressed before they left, and she wore a light blue dress, with a strap that tied at the back of her neck, and silver embroidery at the hems of the long skirts. It did little to hide her voluptuous figure, as her bust seemed to almost pop out at the front. Astrid also wore her golden hair in a braid again, as it swung behind her as she moved.

"We'll go to the nearest town, it'll take a good few hours if we keep a good pace." Explained Astrid.

And so, they walked. The time was spent with talking as the made their way to the town. It was called Yarendale, a nice hub for adventurers, containing shops for gear, weapons, potions, spells and a lovely tavern; with what Astrid told Garz.

The goblin looked almost comical, carrying a backpack filled with his new tent and camping gear, walking next to the pretty human women that outsized him.

"What do we say if we come across people about Garz?" Asked Nessa with concern.

"That he's apart of our party. It's not uncommon for a goblin to be in an adventurers party, it's just rare." Explained Astrid.

Nessa was still perturbed at travelling with a goblin, maybe she thought that they would be attacked for the fact that Garz was with them.

Nessa seemed to relax a little as they talked and shared. Nessa was an inquisitive rogue, and had a knack for finding things. She was also adept with lockpicks, a staple amongst her class. She specialised in using knives and had some skill with a bow, which she wanted to train in more.

Astrid was a cleric, and was good at healing magic. She used a short sword in battle, but wasn't very proficient in it. She told Garz she wanted to become a tempest cleric recently, and when given the chance that was something she wanted to pursue. She wanted to be more effective in dealing damage in a fight.

Garz learned that both women were friends since childhood, hailing from the same town many miles away from here. They were both nineteen years of age, with Astrid being the more sociable and confident out of the two. Nessa was more reserved and shy, trying to avoid large groups or the need to interact.

He also found out they had a fascination with exotic creatures and forgotten lore--a shared curiosity that had drawn them into adventuring in the first place. They preferred cats to dogs, and when they had enough money, they would like to open a business together.

Garz shared how he had been trained by his mentor in more detail, how he was taught to be proficient with many weapons, but was adept with dexterous blades. He told them about his tribe being more advanced to other goblins, were they focused on making their lives better. They leaned into the advancing times and technology and practices that had been introduced to the more dominant races. His tribe believed they needed to catch up to adapt and survive, until they were destroyed by the same race that they were trying to progress to.

They took a break near the beaten path, taking a moment to rest their weary feet. Astrid sat by the side of the road, and pulled off her shoes to rub them.

Garz volunteered to massage them, and she gratefully accepted the offer. Garz used his nimble fingers and hand to rub at the joints and muscles on her feet. Astrid had a lovely pair of feet, and Garz could see the look of satisfaction in her face as he paid attention to them. She gave a little moan that sounded more sexual than it was supposed to. The scent of her feet reached his nostrils, and he was surprised to find it pleasant, as opposed to a goblin's foot stink, that repulsed him.

Nessa looked left out, with a pout on her face as she watched the little green goblin handle her friend's feet.

"Garz?" She asked timidly. "Would you massage mine too?"

Garz was happy that the women wanted him to attend to them like this, and hopefully his plans of seduction would bear fruit.

"Of course I will, Nessa." She was sat cross legged on the rock, her big ass spilling onto it, barely contained in her black leather pants.

Nessa pointed one booted foot out to the goblin, and he made an effort to slowly take the boot off. When he me feet were bare, he massaged them firmly, and eventually prised a moan out of her too. Her feet also smelled pleasant to Garz, a smilies scent that didn't put him off.

The massaging of the women's feet seems to work in Garz's favour, as they seems more relaxed and gracious to him.

They soon made it to the town of Yarendale, and they decided to set up camp half a mile from the outskirts, as they don't have enough money for room and board. They found a water source that could be used for drinking water, and to their luck, Nessa found a hot spring that they could use to bathe in.

The trio went into town after setting up camp, and went to look for work so they could collect some money.

Garz was amazed by the wonders of the bustling town, never experiencing one before. The cobbled streets of Yarendale thrummed with activity as Garz's wide brown eyes darted between market stalls, their colourful awnings fluttering in the breeze. Nessa seemed nervous and stayed close to Astrid, not liking the crowds that had gathered in the streets.

The scent of roasting meat made his stomach growl as a plump merchant woman shoved a tray of honey-glazed pastries toward Astrid, who shook her head with a polite smile. Dead and plucked geese and ducks hung off hooks at one stall, their cured meat looked and smelt delicious.

Nessa inspected a stall that sold garments, her fingers brushed against a snippet shimmering silk at a tailor's booth, her smooth fingertips catching on the delicate fabric. She saw something that caught her eye, that appeared to be undergarments, but became embarrassed when she reached for them. Her cheeks blushed and she withdrew her hand feeling she was being watched and carried on down the street.

The party came to an adventurers guild, and Astrid took the lead of finding a job for them. She came back not too long and told them of a job to take out a bandit holed up in a windmill in the outskirts of town. He had been robbing travelling merchants and needed to be dealt with

"It's only one." Astrid told them. "It should be easy enough. And the pay is decent, considering."

"How much?" Asked Nessa.

"Fifty silver." Said Astrid. "That's enough to add for our savings."

"Or we use it to celebrate and have a good drink at the tavern." Garz suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea actually, I feel like we could all do with one from last night." Said Astrid.