"Wha?" Gwyn shook her head, hair tingling as the beads bounced off her shoulders, awareness of where she was and that there was a person in front of her looking at her expectantly.

"Umm hello" Gwyn felt disoriented and lost as the uncomfortable silence stretched.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well" Gwyn rumbled as she took a step back, not realizing she was still sitting down. Her leg tripped her up as it caught in the chair and she crashed to the hard packed dirt, the heavy wooden chair she had built to support her weight cracked under her. Groaning from the floor. She tried to get out of the chair she was tangled up in it and she managed to rip her dress. Gwyn felt particularly wretched.

*Ding [Tough leveled to 20]

"Sorry elfperson, looking at Her expensive black lace clothes I mean Elf lady, you're an elf right?

"I am" She replied lacronically

Gwyn looked up at the nice Elf lady and asked pitifully: "Could you help me up please." 

"I'll assist you with the chair but I'm afraid, you'll have to pick yourself up off the floor, you're far too heavy for me."

She made soothing noises, and helped Gwyn move her legs out of the broken chair. Gwyns dress was in tatters and her smallclothes were showing, she felt a bizare mixture of conflicting emotions, humiliation burned hot on her face, but it was mixed pride that the beautiful elf could see more of her. Gwyn could see her looking, watching the muscles of her shoulders, arms, thighs and stomach move. The elf looked hungry and it turned Gwyn on to be looked at this way. While trying to act natural she covered her smallclothes, Gwyn knew she was drenched in her nethers. She'd never felt so wet before and frankly didn't want that to show.

Putting that aside for a minute, and trying not to look at the grin on the elves face. "Do you mind if I go get changed?"

"Not at all, take your time dear, I have all the time in the world, I'm an Elf after all." She laughed.

Blushing forest green again, Gwyn tried to make as graceful an exit as she could while also weighing as much as a freshly weaned cow.

Calling from the other room "Hello by the way, my name is Gwr'thyn, most people call me Gwyn unless they can make orc noises, I dont know if we've exchanged pleasantries."

There were sounds of clothes rustling

"I'm the owner of this smithy, is there anything I can do for you? Gwyn came back to the shop and remembered to throw an identify and let some of her Merchant skills work.

Identify: ?????

*[Ding... Gwyn quickly muted her system. There was no way that was right.

"Would you like anything, the least I can offer is a deal for my goddess cursed forgetfulness."

Gwyn gestured to the shop: "Was there anything that caught your eye?"

Hmm. She tapped her lip, "yes I would in fact like something: I'll take the daggers you were showing me earlier for full price because you're so adorable when flustered, on the condition that you meet me tomorrow evening at the wandering bard for dinner."

"I accept my lady." Gwyn replied immediately feeling that she owed her.

"Than it is compact." the lady elf smiled with teeth.

"I never did catch your name my Lady"

"No I suppose you didn't."