D&D: Stay with the caravans

From Create Your Own Story

You ponder and ends up saying :"I don't think there is much risk but I will take your invitation."

He smiles and drop from his horse."Good. My name is Gerald by the way." he holds out his hand. You aren't sure what to do with his hand. You look at him and present yourself. When he realise you aren't gonna shake it, he grins and pulls it back:"You aren't used to greeting people huh ?"

"Not often" you answer. You realise two of the caravan worker have stopped working to look at the almost naked elf at the side of the road. Gareth eventualy notices and command them to get back to work. "I'm sorry about them." he says with a little blush. He is still right in front of you... and your...outfit. You answer unphased:"It is allright. I just find it curious is all." He smiles.

The caravan folks make up a small camp. They puts the caravan in a circle and build some tents, a fire in the middle and are ready for the night. You are invited to sit by the fire as you watch them work. Most of them still lusts over your body while they carry on their duties. You are...quite distracting. As they slowly gather around the fire for the night, you learn a bit more of the caravan folks. The four worker are tethyrian. They have thanned skin and continueously speak their own language wich you don't understand. You also don't realise they are speaking of you and how they would do you... Gareth is the leader. He is a warrior of sorts. With him is another cavalier under his command, a younger man wich blond hair. The last is an Illuskan merchant. While gareth is in command, The merchant seems to be commanding gareth. He is the only one who has not work yet and have sat down while all the others does tasks.

His name is Mulkair. His attention is fixed on you.

Mulkair eventualy aproaches you:"So where are you heading my dear ?" he asks with a smile.

You answer:"Waterdeep."

Mulkair cough up a bit of the drink he was having as he imagines you strolling in the city with your current outfit."Like this ?"

You shrug your shoulder not realising what he just thought:"I would like see the city."

Mulkair :"hrm.. and you don't think there might be a problem with your...current outfit?"

You ponder a bit:"I didn't think what I wear would make such a big difference. Is it that important?"

Mulkair: "well hrm..." He takes this opportunity to eyes you up and down. His stare drops on your bare breasts, small in frame but still curvy enough. You well shaped ass and your bald pussy. "It's not ...so much of a problem."

Gareth aproaches slowly and smiles:"It is just a bit more revealing then the townfolks are used to."

You look up at him as he aproaches. You feel small. All of those humans are about 1 to 2 head taller. "And that's troublesome?"

Gareth answers you:"not that I don't enjoy the sights" he smiles." but the townfolks are a judgemental lots."

"I see." you says in pondering. You didn't think something so thrivial would prevent you from going to the city.

Mulkair eventualy looks at you:"I could sell you some town clothing if you wanted."

You look up at him. :"Sell me ?"

Mulkair:"why yes. I am a clothing merchant after all."

"I don't really have any currency you'd accept." you say.