Bounty Huntress

A cold and windy night you rummage back from yet another hunt. Your arms and legs are sore from the long hunt and a nauseatic feeling is enveloping your body from lack of food and sleep. Walking slowly through the barely cobbled road in a small village you see light from a tavern up ahead. You muster your strength to keep you feet going as you get closer to the light. Pushing the door of the tavern you stumble inside barely standing on your feet, you limber to the nearest counter and flop down on a sully wooden stool.

"Mead..!" you try and shout, but your parched throat makes it hard as only a raspy cry comes out. The tender behind the bar who doesn't seem bothered by your foul stench or your half torn clothes swiftly gives you a mug filled with mead. You gulp down everything and slams the mug back down on the counter. With some energy slowly reentering your body you scower around the tavern to check your surroundings. In the far corner a couple of elderly men is sitting in sollum drinking, clearly interested in your demeanor and sudden entrance. On the other side a dark hooded individual is sitting looking out the window, not eating or drinking anything. A young girl is going around sweeping the floors and helping the bartender.

"How much for a night?" you ask the bartender. "1 shilling and 5 copper for the mead." He grundedly answers, with his lips barely moving behind his scruffy beard. You pull out 2 shillings and throw them on the counter. "Keep my tab open" you say as you stand up to attend your room. The bartender grabs the shillings and snaps at the young girl. She hurriedly leads you to your room. As you step into the small room with a small wooden framed bed, you look back and see the little girl looking at you with big eyes. "Are you an adventurer?" she asks. A quick "No.." leaves you mouth as you slowly push her out the door before closing it.

You take off the large coat and realize just how bad its been damaged. You sigh deeply. You take off the wool undershirt to get access to the arm braces hidden beneath. Your boots clammer tightly to your legs as you pull them off. The stench of your slightly swollen feet is horrid but nothing you're not used to. The small belt around your waist fitted with an assortment of knives and blades is removed and put next to your bed. Bandages are tightly wrapped around your body which gives you a more slender figure. You look down and see the dirty bandages are starting to fall off. As you peel off the bandages which are withered and still slightly moist from sweat and blood your body start getting exposed. A slim waist with ample hips, a butt toned from strainious training and full breasts giving you a slight hourglass figure. Your pinkish nipples and the small scars on your body are lit in the hue from the single candle standing in the room. As you've removed all the bandages, you're only sitting In a pair of cotton undergarments. Which definitely needs a wash. You blow out the candle and pull the rag that came with bed over your body to get some needed sleep.

As you slowly feel your tense body starting to relax you think about the little naive girl thinking you were an adventurer. You reminisce back to the days when you dreamt of becoming an adventurer. A pipe dream pushed down the throats of most children but only to realize when older that it's all a myth and this is world is far to cruel for heroes and adventurers.