Celebrate!

"You often stare at me," Amara suddenly says, and she continues to stare at you from across the table.

"Oh, uh," you start to reply, but she cuts you off.

"My ears," she says softly, and she brushes her hand over one all the way to the tip. "That is what you are staring at. Is it that you have never spoken to an elf before, Mr. Warren?"

You breath a sigh of relief, not knowing where she was going with that at first, and smile back. "I've heard of them in stories, but never really met one before. And you can just call me Kyle, you know."

"Fascinating. Where is it you are from?"

"... Somewhere really far from here."

"I see. It was impressive what you did with your blade back there, Mr. Warren. Excuse me for asking more questions, but what is your class?"

"Class?"

You start to worry. Your lack of knowledge about this world is going to eventually get you into trouble. There are too many things you're meant to know, and even Amara is likely getting suspicious. You've got to do something, though you're not certain what. After staring for a moment, you finally come to an idea. You can play the most classic card in the book--the biggest trope of all.

"I have amnesia," you say, and look down dejectedly.

Amara gasps. "Oh my goodness. I had no idea." She then stands up from her seat, and steps around the table to lean down in order to meet your gaze. She stands incredibly close, and looks into your eyes with sadness. Her eyes are bright, and sparkle like stars, and you wonder if all elves smell like flowers, or if it's a perfume.

"Y-Yeah. I don't even know my own class. Maybe I have seen an elf, and I don't even remember," you lie as you raise up your hand to gently touch one of her pointed ears. It's been something you've always wanted to do--touch the elongated ear of an elven woman, just to see if it's anything like that of a human's. The experience is surreal, like the world's most immersive VR.

As you bring your fingers along the soft skin of her ear, she whimpers, and you're distracted immediately by a quiet moan escaping her pursed lips. After seeing colour in her cheeks, you pull your hand away and apologize. "Sorry!"

She quickly stands back up. "Not a problem. I see you must have forgotten or never known, but elven ears are very sensitive."

Before you can say anything else, two bar maidens, Eva, and Niki, all return with plates stacked with delicious looking food and foaming steins of various drinks. They're slammed down onto the table, and the scent hits your nose so hard you immediately start to drool. You look to Niki who has a huge smile on her face.

"I got a great deal!" she shouts. "All of this, a room for all of us, and it'll only cost twelve gold pieces! Oh, and there's more on the way."

You put your hands on the sides of your head. "That's enough money to feed us well for a couple weeks! We just made that money!"

"I know, right? Isn't it great?" she says as she takes a swig of her drink, and lets out a long sigh of relief. "A job well done."

I never agreed to help pay for this, but it's too late now... When I get my hands on this woman, I swear.

She then smacks her hand down onto your shoulder. "C'mon, Kyle. Time to celebrate. We lived another day, and got something in return. So let's hear it for our quick-witted leader!"

"Leader?" you ask as you look between the rest. "Me?"

"You do take command when we aren't sure what to do," Eva says.

You glare at the bunnyfolk. "You were supposed to keep her from spending all our money."

She gulps. "Y-Yeah but the food sounded so tasty..."

"Aren't you still going commando right now?"

Her face lights up like a Christmas light the moment she remembers. Quickly, she slaps her hands down over her skirt, and her chest starts to heave up and down. You watch as her legs start to tremble nervously, or perhaps with excitement. You imagine it's probably both.

"I forgot!" she admits. "I-It's drafty in here, huh?"

Amara pats her on the head. "Come to my room for a moment and I'll lend you a pair."

"I don't know... They probably won't fit, so I might just be stuck like this~," she mutters.

The elf begins to tug the flailing rabbit towards the stairs.

You watch their antics as the night goes on. You all eat, drink, and have a good time. All things considered, your story here could have started worse.