Testing My Luck in the New World

The chief's tent held several more furnishings than the rest. Where most had only a pile of hay or a lump of blankets to act as their beds, Tama's had two military-style cots. This was not much of an improvement, but there were also several woven baskets, clay pots, a few wooden crates, all of which were filled with random knickknacks, herbs and even a few potion bottles as Yua promised. Tying it all together was a heavily trodden rug, which they had place directly in the dirt to greet their visitors.

But the most striking and concerning ornamentation to the tent was a large, doorless cabinet filled with what I could only describe as mementos of fallen enemies. Battered helmets, chunks of split armor, broken blades, a strangely shaped bone or two or three, a couple of finely-furred pelts and more.

Given what we were about to talk about, I easily imagined my skull ending up on the top shelf. I quietly resolved myself when Yua closed the tent flaps, shutting out all but a thin line of sunlight.

I thought to question why we bothered separating ourselves when anyone that wanted to listen had but to turn their ears towards us, but thought better of it. Tama was still very much glaring at me.

Without breaking eye contact, he sat down on the cot closest to the left-side wall. He then pulled Kimiko rather forcefully onto his lap. Her legs parted easily, as if she were used to this treatment, and straddled his right thigh without a word in complaint. Needless to say from how she sat, her vagina was now fully in view.

"Sit down, boy."

I did as he asked, worried he may have caught me looking and sat on the cot opposite them. Unprompted, Yua then sat comfortably right next to me. Possibly because this cot used to belong to her. This made her father scoff.

Did I say scoff? I meant sneer. Sneer ferociously. Like he not-so-secretly wished that he held a loaded shotgun on his lap instead of a beautiful woman.

"Daughter," he started and it took all I had not to jump. "Tell us how this boy stole you from me... I mean our tribe. I want to know everything."

"Yes, Daddy."

Without commenting on his slip up, or just being used to his doting as Kimiko suggested, Yua gave a slight bow. Tama stiffened, maintaining a grimace even after frolicking with her moments ago. He must really hate her being so formal with him. Quietly, her parents waited for her to drudge up her explained what happened after she left the village all those years ago. Being that this was not my story to tell, I kept my mouth welded shut for the duration of it.

There were parts I didn't know, mainly consisting about her short journey to The Great City of Amoranth, her life there, and everything that happened in the dungeons up until she failed to finish the third floor. Once she got to that part, she struggled through it and sought my hand out with hers as she explained. I let her squeeze it without a word and, to my surprise, Tama sympathized enough with the tears she barely held back to forgive this offense.

He growled with as much menace as humanly possible when she mentioned the Adventurer she'd run to for help and how he betrayed her. And again when she had been enslaved, only for the same Adventurer to try and buy her for obviously perverted reasons. Then, doing a complete one-eighty, he laughed uproariously when Yua detailed the many fights she started with the slave house thugs whenever someone came to buy her. Then, as if he couldn't decide what to do with his emotions, he growled again when Yua got to the day I bought her.

It was my second time hearing the story and it wasn't any happier this go around, but her mother looked like she was teetering somewhere on the border of calm and outright sobbing right along with Yua, but she pressed her lips in an attempt to compose herself and listened.