Waking the elf

“Oi, wake up lass.” You say ungracefully as you gently slap her face. Her eyes shoot open as their icy blue looks back at you. She scrambles back holding the blanket to her otherwise naked form.

“Wh-who the hell are you people?” She says clearly scared through her posh accent.

“You’re Syvella I assume?” you say holding up the silver badge. “We’re from the guild, sent to clear out the camp and currently savin’ yer arse.”

“The camp…” she says falteringly. “They couldn’t of…” You watch her frantically reach under the blanket feeling for something.

“Don’t worry.” Petra says reassuringly. “You’re safe and they didn’t do anything to you.” An expression of relief washes over Syvella’s face as she looks back the group.

“Consider me grateful adventurers. I’m just glad to hear my message made it back to the guild.”

“Aye that it did. Here ya might be needin’ these.” You toss her a spare set of clothes from your pack.

“Thank you.” She says looking them over. Covering herself Syvella walks behind a tree and changes into the spare clothes. As she comes out its clear they don’t fit very well. It’s somehow too short in length but too big in the chest leaving more than modest amounts of cleavage.

Well, they are clothes originally made for a dwarf, dunno what I expected but its somethin’.

Krest speaks up as she approaches.

“Town is a little under half a day that way.” He says pointing north. “Normally I would escort you but this mission is urgent. It’s day time though and bandits don’t usually operate this close to town. It should be a safe walk.”

“I’m coming with you all.” Syvella says with a determined look. “I want **** for what they did here. I can’t be much help on the front line, but I’ll do what I can with what little I have.”

“Something tells me we’d have a hard time talking you out of this.” Bax says smirking under his hood. “If that’s settled than let’s keep moving.”

The party grows one person larger as you continue down the dirt road to the encampment.