A little while later, a girl enters your room

You've finished breakfast and are now resting on the bed. It was a very filling breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast... All you could ask for in a breakfast. It made you feel a lot better, so now you have time to think about your situation. Your horribly confusing situation.

Some things came back to you while you were eating your breakfast. You remember that you were a great fighter. A famous fighter, who always got sent on important jobs for the good king Griswold of Umberthia. The lands where you live. You were his personal swordsman. When there was trouble with barbarians, you would get sent there. Landlords who revolted against the king? You would go there. Pirates were stealing from freightships? You would sail there.

You had an adventurous life, fighting, drinking and fucking all the pretty girls you would meet. Girls love a strong adventurer. A lot of good memories.

You wonder then how you ended up here, in the land of the hobbits. It's a long, long way from home and you wonder if you were sent here by the king. It must be pretty important, if you've gone all this way. Usually the king likes to keep you close, in case he needs you.

That's why it is of the utmost importance that you find out. You cannot dissapoint the king, especially if he trusted you on a very important mission. You are one of the only people he trusts.

Suddenly you hear the door creak open. You expect the halfling couple to enter your room with the robes, but instead a girl stands in the doorway. A halfling girl. You are shocked to find that she's very pretty. Her emerald-green eyes stare at you, telling you that she is very shy. Her lips are a tight line, as if she's sucking them ever so slightly. She has a cute perky nose, pointing straight at you. Her pitch-black hair is neatly braided and placed over her right shoulder. She is blushing, accented on her fair skin. You follow your eyes down to her body. A loose dress hangs over her body, but you can see she is incredibly busty. You like big breasts, and you find yourself blushing now too.

In her small hands, she holds brown robes of a fine quality. They are undoubtedly for you.

'Hello!' you greet her, as cheerfully as you can. You don't want to scare her like last time. At least your not naked this time, which should help.

'Hello,' she answers hestitantly and holds out the robes as if she's offering them to a god.

'Don't be shy,' you assure her. 'Come in. I won't bite.'

She answers by slowly walking inside the room towards you, still holding the clothes in front of her.

'I heard you were the one who saved me,' you tell her gracefully. 'I owe you my life.'

'I'm the one who found you there, yes. But I didn't save you. When I saw you, I couldn't just leave you there. Anyone would have done the same.' She tells you this very humbly, something you quite appreciate.

You smile at her. 'Still, I don't know what would've happened if you didn't find me. What's your name?'

'Shasta. Shasta Dongleferry.'

'That's a beautiful name,' you say, giving her a warm smile. 'I am Brengar Highfoot. Pleased to meet you.' You extend your hand for her to shake it. She extends her hand too, but clumsily drops the robes she held in her arms.

'Oh, I'm sorry!' she says in a high-pitched voice. She's extremely flustered and bends down to pick them up. In that moment, you get a full glance at her cleavage. You admire the fullness of her breasts, as you can see down her top and think to yourself how much you would like to grab them, and suck them, and put your face against them. You quickly realize how selfish those thoughts are, and try to wipe them from your mind. This girl has been shocked more than enough. Hobbits were not very openly sexual people, as far as you know.

Unfortunately, your penis thinks otherwise and it instantly stands up to attention. Much to your dismay, you don't have much to hide it with except for the towel which is now forming a tent around your manly parts.

You put your hand on it to try and supress it, but it's already too late. She's seen everything and is now getting up again. Her face is totally red now, her pointy ears twitching awkwardly under her black hair. She puts a hand to her mouth.

'I-I'm sorry,' you apologize profusely.

'No! No, I'm sorry!' she answers. 'I shouldn't have - I didn't mean -'

'I guess I haven't been in the company of a beautiful girl for a while,' you awkwardly joke.

She doesn't seem to find it funny though. 'I'll - I'll leave you to it...' She trails of, and puts the robes beside you. She turns around to leave then.