"Well," Jane said, sitting down by the fire her and the elf made, "What's your name?"
"Mara," the elf responded, "I'm a noble born elf but I hated it and ran away. I came across a Magic Academy and became a Mage. I had just completed my studies and heard of the Lipomancer and his treasure. I did my research and set out for his lair, stopping at the inn to rest and... well, you know the rest."
"Well I'm Jane, and heard the lair was nearby, stopped there for food and was trapped too," Jane said simply, not wanting to tell Mara about her rogue ways.
"I thought I was ready for adventure," Mara said, "I'd trained for so long, but the food numbed my mind, I couldn't use magic or leave," Mara explained, "If you didn't rescue me I'd still be feasting, probably till I couldn't move."
"What was that about anyways, back at the inn? Who the hell were those people?" Jane asked.
"Followers of the Lipomancer. You saw the other women, all of them were fat, whether of their free will or not," Mara answered Jane, aware of those devoted to the Lipomancer and their ways, "At least when I return home I have... 'proof' of my adventure..." Mara said, squishing her large breasts together in an effort to inject some levity into such a gloomy conversation.
"Well that is true," Jane couldn't help but smile a little at the elf's attempt to lighten the mood, "We do need to move out at dawn though, we have no supplies and the exact location of the lair is unknown right now."
"You're right," Mara said releasing her tits and allowing them to jiggle, the engorged mammories so swollen that they threatened to burst from her too-tight clothes, "We should rest."
With that Jane fell asleep and wasn't awoken until the chubby elf was shaking her, telling her she found something.