Near the River

Spurring your mount in the direction of the river, you begin to hum softly to yourself. It really has been too long since you'd killed or fucked something... you hope you haven't lost your touch!

Stealth being a major advantage, you dismount your steed and slowly creep the last of the way to the river. Sword sheathed but loose in your hand, you carefully peer over the top of a ridge.

Below you can plainly see a young elf maiden washing some wooden plates, her dress bunched up around her waist, exposing her svelt milky thighs. She seems unconcerned, totally unaware of your presence.