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After a few seconds Thror sighs, once again burying his head in his hands. "Dukash you are going to be the **** of me." Turning around, he walks back to his bed. Sitting down, he grabs his battleaxe and resumes sharpening it. "She can come along. But-"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Dukash gushes, pumping his fist in the air. "You are the best big brother a half-guy could ask for!"

"But she is your responsibility, alright?" Thror continues. "If she gets lost or into trouble it's your problem!"

"Fine with me! And besides, I think our new companion will be able to fend for herself, don't you agree?"

"Oh, uhhh... yeah, I guess," you interject. "And thank you Thror, that's really kind of-"

"See, she'll be fine!" Dukash interrupts, walking over to the end table and grabbing a pouch of some sort. "Her name's Rosa, by the way, not that you asked!" Walking back over you, he takes you by the hand. "Now, we just gotta get you some gear and-"

"We don't have the money to play dress up!" Thror growls, not even looking up from his blade. "She can wear one of your shirts. They'll be like a robe on her."

"Excellent idea!" Dukash agrees, tossing the pouch back onto the table. It lands with a metallic clink, though not a very heavy one. "My thoughts exactly. Here, Rosa, why don't you sit on my bed while I find something for you!"

You do as he says, awkwardly making your way over to his bed, trying to conceal your body from the brothers. Thror does not seem to care much about your presence, focusing on the task at hand. Sitting down on the bed, you watch as Dukash digs through a backpack of some sort, finally withdrawing a blue button-down.

"This should work!" He cheers, tossing it over to you. "Don't worry, I won't look!" Turning around, he gives you some privacy so you can change. Standing up, you slip your arms into the oversized shirt. Thror was right; the shirt is practically a robe on someone your size! As you shimmy into it, you feel a set of eyes on your backside. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch the older brother checking out your ass. As soon as you turn he looks back down at the blade. While part of you is embarrassed, the other part is... intrigued? Thror had almost looked sheepish when you caught him, like a kid busted stealing from the cookie jar. Maybe there is something past that rough exterior?

Nevertheless, you finish pulling on the "dress." The fabric is low quality and a few of the buttons are missing but it works. It is painfully obvious that you weren't wearing underwear, the shirt just transparent enough that you can see your nipples through it. While it reaches down past your ass, it doesn't quite make it to your knees. A strong breeze would be enough to expose your privates to the world. However, beggars can't be choosers and when Dukash turns around, you smiled cutely.

"Thank you, this is... too kind," you say, glad you can move around without having to cover yourself.

"Don't mention it Rosa!" The younger brother chirps, sitting down on his bed. You sit next to him, starting to feel comfortable around your new companions. Being clothed certainly helped. "So, what kind of quest are you guys going on?"

"Just trying to make a living," Thror rushes to answer, putting down his whetstone. "Just standard stuff, y'know."

"Uhhh, yeah what he said," Dukash agrees, though his usual jovial manner seems somewhat subdued. You have the feeling they were hiding something but, your current situation tenuous at best, you decide not to press the issue.