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You can't help but be moved by her parental selflessness. That, and the fact that she is so gracious and polite have left you well-disposed to the woman, who may herself not even be of the barbarians originally. "I accept your proposal Dobra. Men, let the girls go free and see them supplied for their journey. Dobra, despite her aristocratic gravity, looks about to cry. "I thank you for your mercy, kind lord. I swear, you will not regret your choice." An hour later, the girls as ready to go, given supplies and some small armaments for defense. Dobra hugs each of them tearfully before they are escorted out.

As you walk Dobra to your tent, you strike up conversation. "Pardon my asking, but you seem so out of place among these people. Are you yourself a barbarian?" She laughs a small, joyless laugh. "I suppose that depends on how you define 'barbarian'. I am not of Vertix' people, no. I am from the Boii lands, being one myself. I was a member of a gentry family there, and I was captured in one of Vetrix' raids. He took a liking to me and, once I was pregnant with our Shara, he made me his wife. Not that I was given much choice in the matter. But, I settled into the life of barbarian queen well enough, I suppose." A tragic story to be sure. Yet another tragic twist of fate was had for her today. You feel bad for her, but at the same time, whether or not she approved of Vetrix' actions, she benefited by them. She certainly didn't refuse the fine dress, or extravagant jewelry she is wearing.

You open the flap to your tents for her to walk inside. She murmurs a polite word of gratitude, then you follow her. "Truly, sir, you have treated me with all the generosity one could reasonably expect in my position. I will not forget it. Now, allow me to work on repaying you." Saying that, she expertly strips down. She has a body that matches her aristocratic bearing. She is tall and slim, with small breasts (which can be advantageous for a girl her age) and cute pink nipples. Her skin is pale and flawless, unblemished by sun or the effects of hard labor. Dobra's legs are long and well-proportioned, situated below a waist that is surprisingly wide for a girl of such an otherwise thin frame. A sparse patch of light blonde hair is nestled between her legs invitingly. "I am yours, however you want me" she says demurely.