The priestess walks with a careful, measured step as she leads you towards the inner sanctum of her venerable shrine. Her bare feet padded ever so softly against the cool, smooth stone that was the shrine’s foundation. The elf’s quiet self-assuredness impressed you, given her disability. How many times had she stumbled on the uneven stones as she learned to navigate the shrine after losing her sight, you wonder silently.
“Not much farther, hero.” the priestess murmurs, her voice a soft and silken thing.
The blind elf’s choice of words made you grimace slightly, not bothering to conceal your disgust for the term from the woman’s unseeing eyes. Hero? You had helped these people for coin, you were a mercenary plain and simple.
However, that wasn’t going to stop you from taking advantage of the rewards your actions had brought you.
“We can never thank you enough for driving away that wretched beast,” she continues, “I hope you find what little we have to offer to your liking.”
As she finishes speaking, the blind elf opens a stone door and steps into a small, steamy room. A natural cavern, you realize with quiet amazement, with a naturally heated spring set into the center.
The priestess kneels at the edge of the natural pool, her robes clinging to her ample rear, and dips her slender hand into the steamy waters.
“This should be the perfect temperature to soothe sore muscles, dear hero.” she tells you with a smile, “Please, feel free to make use of anything that pleases you.”
The blind elf’s choice of words make you smirk. You weren’t nearly as good of a man as this naive priestess seemed to think.
“What was your name, miss?” you ask with a grizzled voice.
“Oh!” the priestess gasps with a blush, “I am Saria.”
“Saria.” you say slowly, testing the sound of her name on your tongue.
Even if she was blind, Saria was a lovely sight with large breasts and ample thighs hidden beneath her robes.
“What if I want to use you, Saria?” you ask with a lecherous smirk.