Stepping out of the changing room I’d see Artemis exiting her room as well. She looked good, the armor was on the more generic side, but generic doesn’t mean bad necessarily and most Ranger armors did look really good no matter how generic the set of armor was.

She had a cape around her neck which most likely had a hood on it. The leather armor did fit her figure perfectly. Boob pockets for her as well. Nice. The armor oddly complimented her unique skin.

“Ready?” I’d ask her, sounding almost completely unshy for the first time in a while

She’d nod with a smile, guess I’m not the only one who was looking forward to this. We’d head back out to meet with the old woman and Nephele. But it seems like the old woman is not here. Huh, wonder where she went.

Nephele was the only one waiting and by her feet were three backpacks that looked pretty full and heavy. I’m guessing those will be our supplies. Not bad, I'll need to take a look at them all later. Now questions is can I lift it and carry it for who knows how long? My milkers are heavy enough, but hey they might cancel each other out. Wishful thinking.

“I’m hoping your armor and garbs are to your liking? That hag hates doing second round dress ups.” Nephele said picking up her backpack with ease

You know she does look the experienced type right about now, but like all things it could a neat little façade. Miss mystery still has to earn my trust.

“It fits well, I should be able to move swiftly..” Artemis said moving forward

Nephele raised her finger to one of the backpacks.

“That one is yours, the old woman took some care with these and like the armor she packed them in a way that they won't burden you horribly.” She said

Artemis gave our shorty a nod and picked up the pack that Nephele pointed to. She threw it over her back and moved around slightly. Even jumping a little bit which did make those nice pockets jiggle.

“It doesn’t feel heavy..” Artemis commented

Nephele smirked and gave her a nod, then look to me.

“And you, my dear companion? Is everything a perfect fit?” she’d ask me, her eyes looking me over

I don’t know if that’s just me, but that question sounds a little rude. But, yes, my dear cult rouge liar, it does fit, like a fucking glove. Like a big titty fucking glove.

I’d give her a nod and spare her of my surprisingly aggressive internal monologue.

“Good. Let us be off then, we must meet with Damia before the hour end.” Straight to business she is

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

Wait…Hmmm…no, nevermind..I’m probably just imagining things. Or am I? Eh, fuck it I can think about it later.

I’d step forward and reached for my backpack and slowly started lifting it. It isn’t that heavy honestly, not weightless like how it is for Artemis probably, but I think I can wear this without much problems. I’d take a moment to put it on and it’s comfortable? Huh, weird.

Weird? Weird...?

Well, I guess it would be weird. It’s been like a week or so since I’ve gotten here and about ninety or so percent of it was me in prison in uncomfortable rags and under threat of anything thanks to my massive milkers and fat ass.

But having proper mage clothing for the first time feels great. Hell, if I ever buy a house and get some armor stands I’ll place this set onto it as a memory. But maybe that’s a bit too much of wishful thinking.

With my backpack ready and my attitude fired up I’d head out of the backroom, a few steps behind Artemis and Nephele. The old woman wasn’t at the counter, guessing she was doing some stuff, maybe some private stuff. Why did I just think of what I thought of? Jesus…

I’d shake my head as we left the shop, the three of us led by Nephele began our little stroll to the main road where Damia should be waiting. And after about five or so minutes of silent walking later we’d see her standing there, fully dressed for the occasion.

When she did finally see us her face did have a slight surprised look to it. I was probably right about her getting stood up. Not everyone gets the balls or has the nerves to go out adventuring with a Pure Amazonian.

They’ve got some nasty rumors about them on and off the island, especially rumors about those that are far as hell from the capital which I’m guessing we are. I wonder if she’s been off the island? Maybe, maybe not. Would explain her thoughts towards certain things.

“Does anyone have anything else to do before we set off? It’s about a day’s journey till we reach the tomb I picked out.” Damia informed us

A day? Come on!!!! Why can’t we take any-

Oh, wait a minute.

I haven’t seen a single horse since I’ve been here. That’s a bit weird, there should be horses, carts or wagons. What the hell?

“A short journey then?” Nephele says “We should make way then and make camp close to the tomb if we get lucky.”

“We have eight to nine hours I believe…” Artemis chimed in

I don’t feel really useful suddenly, but I’ll have my time to shine later, I hope at least.

Damia gave both of them a nod to their words and extended her open palm, between all of us.

“Shall we form a party then? Make it official.” She said

Artemis put her hand forward, then Nephele and finally me.

“Contract.” Damia said

So that’s how this works in real life.

A pop up appeared.

Do you wish to join The Chariot of Nyx?

Chariot of Nyx? That’s a interesting name. So that means that Damia is a fan of Nyx? Night incarnate if I'm not wrong. You know if Damia has a nickname like Stargazer I’ll shit myself, not literally. I should say shit myself of laughter, or does that sound worse. Nevermind..

I’d glance to the others and see them nod, probably at the pop up, I’d nod as well and mine disappeared.

I’d have some new things appear on my HUD.

Under my name and bars I’d see three extra appear. Nephele, Damia and Artemis. I didn’t see their exact numbers, but they probably saw mine. Don’t worry Level three, I’ll be there soon and surpass you as well!

“Shall we be off then?” Nephele asks

“Are you going to complain every hour?” Damia asks

I mean I might, I'm not a fan of walking to be honest.

“For a such a tall woman you’ve a surprisingly fragile ego.” Nephele replies

Damn girl.

“Oh, this should be fun.” Damia chuckles and begins walking

“Yes, riveting.” Nephele comments and starts heading off as well

Artemis glances to me.

“Ready to go?” she asks

“Yeah…I’m ready.” I’d reply

Both of us caught up with the other two and the four of us or well, the party of adventurers known as the Chariot of Nyx is ready and off to adventure. Beware monsters! A new mage is on the horizon! And she’s hungry for some XP.