Yes, she'll boldly run right past the caravan

“Sure, why not?” Gregora said to herself with a naughty smile, already imagining all the reactions she’ll get for this stunt.

The naked brunette took one more breath to soothe her nerves and charged forward, leaving herself with no option to chicken out. Meanwhile, the caravan consisting of five men (four dwarves and one night elf for some reason) and a female dwarf stopped at the middle of the trail. Their leader, a broad-shouldered old-timer with a large beard, studied the map, while others cleaned their weapons or tended to the animals.

The sound of crackling snow under Gregora’s feet gave away her movement before they even saw her. A couple of folks even got their weapons out, fearful of predators or ice trolls. However, in the next second they put their blades down and simply stood there, frozen in shock.

“What?” One of them asked with a grin, looking around their improvised camp.

“I’m saying,” the caravaneer replied, his gaze still in the map, “we should turn south at the next crossroad. This will bring us to the path that goes through the hills, past the Amberstill Ranch, and…”

“The naked lass!” One of the folks finally cried out.

“What?” The leader looked at him with a frown, “there is no such marker in my map! What are you on ab…”

As he turned around, he suddenly stopped, as the naked, beautiful body of Gregora was right in front of him. The girl casually jogged through the group, nearly touching shoulders with one of the men. With a wide smile and her body on full display for everyone to see, she waved to the surrounding folks and ran further.

“Good day, noble traders. Safe travels!” Gregora said in a cheerful tone, winking to the merchants.

Pretty much nobody saw the wink, however, as their gazes were all lower than the nudist’s head. A couple of dwarves were lucky enough to get good luck at her tits and tight, hairless pussy before she jogged past them, while the rest got hypnotized by her taut backside. The surprise gradually subsided, and Gregora was showered with whistles, jokes, and compliments. The brunette could tell she was going to become the star of numerous travel tales.

“Wow, what a rack!” One of the merchants told another.

“Yeah, but have you seen those tits?!” The oldest of the dwarves exclaimed.

“Too bad she ran away, I’d warm her right up!” Another dwarf said dreamily.

Only the blue-haired night elf seemed unfazed, simply chuckling when Gregora left their sight.

“It’s like I never left Teldrassil,” he remarked, “I wonder where she’s going.”

“Probably to a brothel,” the female dwarf scoffed, clearly unamused by the sudden competition.

Meanwhile, Gregora kept running, heated by both her exercising and her emotions, to the point where she even forgot about the cold. Finally, the girl decided to take a breather, leaning against a tree as she laughted at her own recklessness. The nudie was now on a mountain overlooking a large brazier, surrounded by a stone wall. This meant that the guards’ outpost was somewhere nearby and Gregora needed to be wary – public nudity wasn’t permitted in dwarven lands, as opposed to some other alliance territories.

When the nudist was almost ready to start running again, she suddenly heard a familiar crackling. Somebody was walking on the snow, and the steps were getting closer. Gregora looked around, at first rushing to cover herself up but quickly realizing how dumb this would be at this point. Her emerald eyes noticed a figure approaching from the nearby woods.

At first, it was hard to make out its features, Gregora put her hand above her forehead and focused her gaze.