The pond’s reflection

Looking into the pond you see a familiar face staring back at you. It is the face of a beautiful dwarven girl with bright green eyes. Your copper hair while normally put up in braids, currently hangs loose threatening to touch the water. You happen to notice how surprisingly pale and smooth your complexion is, it must be from living in a mountain for all your life, hmph.

You draw your morning star and shield to make sure they’re in decent condition. You recall disliking swords for being a cliché adventuring weapon, while the traditional dwarven great axe proved to be unwieldly. A morning star is simple and effective, it’s just **** on a stick. Hit the thing hard till it goes splat, it’s that simple. You stow your weapon and shield after a quick inspection.

The armor you have is a mixture of leather and chainmail, although you were trained to fight in heavy armor, it was a little out of your price range. Admiring your own form, you look at your currently concealed modest breasts which although not overly big for a dwarf, are still quite ample in their own right. You’ve always had the ass to make up for it, so it never bothered you that much.