Kyra was halfway finished with her glass of wine when she saw a group of people enter the tavern. The first was a large man with a mop of black hair and a heroic chin, wearing chainmail and a sword on his back. The second was a beautiful woman in an elegant red gown with bright red hair, carrying a staff. The third was another woman with her black hair in a long ponytail wearing a cloak over tight leather with a dagger at the belt tied around her shapely hips.
They were, Kyra realized, adventurers, just like in the stories! It was all the princess could do to keep from squealing in delight. She picked up her drink and made her way through the crowd to where the three adventurers sat. Along the way, one stranger's hand brushed against her bum and another man stumbled and groped her breasts for balance, but she was sure those were just innocent accidents.
"Excuse me," she said, trying, and failing, to keep the eagerness out of her voice. "Are you three adventurers?"
All three of them, even the women, stared at the neckline of her robe, which had fallen open, exposing much of her fair, round breasts and nearly went down to her navel. She adjusted her robe, blushing and asked again. "You know, wandering heroes and the like?"
The large man cleared his throat and glanced at his two companions. "You could … you could call us that, yes. Why? Do you have a quest for us?"
"A quest? Oh, no, I just love adventurers." The man grinned at that, and she continued. "Let me see, you must be the fighter in the group, and you're the mage, which would make you the thief."
"Thief?" the woman in the cloak and leather repeated. "I'm no thief! I'm a rogue. I haven't stolen a copper since I got here, and you can't prove otherwise."
"Oh, I beg your pardon, miss, I didn't mean to imply anything." Kyra couldn't believe herself. She hadn't been with these people for two minutes, and she had already embarrassed herself.
"Of course," the rouge continued, "if I wanted to, I could steal lots of things, like this." She held up the cloth belt that had been tied around Kyra's waist.
The princess looked down and saw that her robe had fallen open even more than it had before, nearly exposing her nipples and showing off her panties and inner thighs entirely. The mage smirked and the fighter laughed out loud as Kyra's face turned red and she closed her robe again. That was the second time she had embarrassed herself in as many seconds, and the night was still young.
"I apologize again for any offense, good rogue," Kyra said. "Could I have the belt back, please?"
The rogue shook her head. "No, this is payment for your drink, unless you were planning on buying it with all the gold you don't have in your pockets. Of course, a pretty girl like you, the barkeep might have settled your debt by having you dance naked on the tables tell everyone went to bed."
That was … that was a good point. Kyra hadn't brought any money with her. As a princess, she had never needed any, but unless she wanted to announce her station to everyone she met, she was going to need to be more careful.
"Don't mind Viss," the fighter said. "Come, sit down and drink with us. My name is Jorgan, and the mage is Silys."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Kyra said, sitting down carefully, and she meant it. Despite the exposure, she had always wanted to meet a group of adventurers. "My name is Kyra."
"If you don't have a quest, Kyra," the mage, Silys asked, "what is this about? Do you wish to join our party?"
Kyra's eyes grew wide. "You're throwing a party?" And they were inviting her? Best day ever!
Viss rolled her eyes. "No, we are a party. That's what you call a group of adventurers."
"Oh. Right." Idiot. "Um, I'd loved to, but I don't know what good I'd be in a fight."
Viss shrugged. "Clerics are best farthest from danger anyway."
"Cleric? What makes you think I'm a cleric?"
"You're clearly dressed in the white robe of the goddess Tickla," Silys said. "Though I can understand why you wouldn't want to draw attention to that."
They thought she was a priestess? "Well, I mean, I know how to pray, but I wouldn't call myself an actual priestess."
Jorgen shrugged. "So you're level one. Everyone starts somewhere. What's your WIS at?"
"My wis?" Kyra asked. "I've been, um, whizzing my whole life, though I don't know what that–"
"Perfect! You'll be a full fledged cleric in no time. You look like your STR is pretty low, no offense, but you clearly maxed out your CHR, and I would love to test out your DEX, if you know what I mean."
She didn't. "Um, thank you?"
Jorgen slammed his mug on the table. "Then that settles it! Welcome to the party, Kyra, priestess of Tickla!"
Kyra smiled, hoping that she wasn't blaspheming a goddess she honestly hadn't even heard of. "That's great! Thank you very much for inviting me. So, um, what happens now?"
After that, the four of them worked out the sleeping arrangements, and Kyra had a choice to make. Either she could try to squeeze in with Silys and Viss in their small room and their smaller bed, or she could double with Jorgen. That wouldn't nearly be appropriate, but the fighter seemed like a perfect gentlemen to her, and they were all in the same party.
What did she decide?
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