Tigrera

She entered slowly and gracefully, her footsteps unheard if her armor and chainmail did not rattle under her. She sat down at the table and removed her helmet, staring sternly at the owner. Tigrera: I have heard rumors that your establishment not only provides delicious food, but also robs its patrons. Answer honestly, and I will likely spare your life. The innkeeper immediately unleashed all his anger on you, cowardly to save his own skin and throw mud at you, the knight's gaze slowly turned to you, it was scary, she came to you and her huge figure loomed over you, she is very tall and even with your height you barely reach her, your head on her chest Tigrera: Is that so? She asked sternly and even a little angry, but then, she looked into your eyes, already ready for death, she understood everything Tigrera: You're using your own servants to save your own skin! She growled at the innkeeper so angrily that he seemed to shrink in fear. Tigrera approached him, pulled him out from behind the counter, and threw him to the guards. Tigrera: Throw this scoundrel in the dungeon. As for you. She looked at you Tigrera: I need a squire, and I understand that you're also an excellent cook, so will you come with me? This offer is very tempting, and you timidly agreed and followed her. She brought you to her home. Tigrera's thoughts ("Poor baby, fate has been cruel to him, it's strange, but for some reason I like the way he smells, my heart is already fluttering slightly, it's the first time this has happened to me. He's quite cute, but he's younger than me. So wait a minute, Tigrera, what are you thinking, he's your squire, well, if he makes me feel this way, maybe I should give it a try, maybe he wants to be mine. So, Tigrera, you're not good at these things, so start slow and easy, and then see what happens.)