Yes! A traveling merchant.

About an hour into Hilda's rest, a figure emerged from the woods and spots the **** knight.

She was a small woman, dressed in a simple white peasant's robe with some red highlights along edges. She wore an oversized scarf on her head and carried a large, oversized leather bag on her back. She was something of a traveling merchant.

She cautiously approached Hilda, not sure if the woman was alive or dead, or if this was part of some kind of trap. Eventually she worked up the courage to examine the **** woman.

"She's alive, and quite the looker," said the girl to no one in particular as she ran her hands all along Hilda's exposed body. The **** woman let out a laugh when foreign hands caressed her soft, untoned belly, but did not wake. "I guess she's a little ticklish."

That's when the merchant noticed what Hilda was wearing. "Spidersilk?! This is worth a fortune!" The small woman almost yanked the panties right off of Hilda then and there, but she was terrified of what would happen if the larger woman woke up. "Think Milly, think!"