In the form of a certain blonde elf

Of all the things Deedlit was, she was not happy. No. She was angry. The high elf had, once again, been tossed to the side by her would be boyfriend, so he could go and train with his idol. This left the high elf alone, and she had decided to 'take a break' from it all, and go out traveling on her own for a while. Maybe absence would cause Parn to be less likely to take her for granted, or perhaps she would finally give him up, but either way... Deedlit found herself in a little, backwater town in the middle of nowhere.[

To say that she stood out would have been an understatement to say the least. Long, flowing blond locks. A slim body, although with sizable breasts that amounted to a handful. Eternal youth. And couple all of that with a tight, green tunic and a skirt that did little to hide her thighs? Well, Deedlit was probably the hottest thing that town had ever seen, and something that likely stroked the high elf's ego a bit. Sitting down next to Pharen, and crossing her long legs, she ordered a drink.

So, out of all the patrons, why him? Perhaps he looked least like a farmer out of all of them. Maybe the chair was just the closest to her. Or perhaps we shouldn't question such things, and just go with luck? Who knows.

Pharen didn't say much, being as much of a deer caught in the head lights, as much as feeling his libido kicking in. So, he awkwardly shifted next to the elf, who had a rather irritated look on her face. Fortunately for the would be adventurer, it was not directed at him. Instead, she was still mad at Parn, and began to drink.

About three drinks in, she slammed the drink down on the bar, and turned to poor Pharen, who almost jumped out of his seat. "Are all of you humans jerks?"

"Uh.... what?" Pharen stammered.

"Jerks! My so called boy friend just leaves me... to go train! Can you believe that!?"

Pharen didn't know what to say, so he just stood there and took the verbal barrage from the high elf. Even as she continued to drink. Another pint down, and she at least calmed down, asking less verbally barbed questions, and allowing Pharen to drink in relative peace.[

By the time both were getting a bit tipsy, they had moved to a table near the back. This was likely much to the satisfaction of the other patrons, who likely were not happy to have a pair of drunk adventurers.

"So... you're not a farmer?" Deedlit stated, a blush on her cheeks, while her eyes waggled lightly.

"Uh... no, i'm an adventurer!" Pharen grinned, growing more bolder with the booze in his system. He was a lot more relaxed, calmer, and had a raging hardon that was hidden by the table itself. By now, his libido had fully kicked in. Calm, yes, but the only thing on his mind was how to get this elf into the sack.

"Oh yeah?" Why she said this next comment, opening the door for Pharen... well, lets just call it luck. Leaning in, with a smile on her face, she chuckled. "Then where's your sword? What type of adventurer doesn't even have that?"

"Oh." Pharen smiled back, grabbing her hand, and placing it on his lap, and more lewdly, his engorged dick. "It's right here."

Blinking, Deedlit's hand grasped at it, feeling drunkenly for the sword. And then his dick twitched, a realization came onto her face of what she was feeling, and the blush deepened.