Walk away..

What you needed right now was a brew at the pub, you knew if you bantered with her any more you would be doing something you would probably regret. You’re whole thing was to get off the farm, go get some treasure from the monsters and live your own life. Have your own cabin, perhaps servants or your own farm. You belonged to no one but yourself. And though you were burning inside, you knew you can probably do better then the farm mouse. You wanted a woman, a full body woman, someone who had ample portions, someone with a womanly shape, not a woman with a girls shape.

She sighed slightly as you stood there then you turned and walked away. You were done with farm life, your going to the pub, getting a drink and then your heading to those dungeons you heard about and off to make your own fortune.