Isran could feel her dick hardening with attention suddenly pced on it, her cheeks grew hot and she spun around so her back was facing Elysi.

  “Wh- uhh what do you need.” Her voice came out rough, embarrassment still burnt through her and her cock was still hard, it made it hard to think properly. She wasn’t usually one to get embarrassed about such things, she had been teasing Elysi the day before. But she had also never had a cock and had it harden in front of a girl she thought was attractive.

  “Oh I uh… I’m sorry I’ll just be… outside…”

  Isran waited until she heard the sound of the door closing to turn around. She couldn’t be mad, it was on her. She had left her door open for the specific reason that Elysi would come in… but she hadn’t thought far enough into the future.

  She quickly wiped herself down with a small cloth and tried her best to think about disgusting things. By the time she was dressed and opening the door, her traitorous cock had finally calmed down.

  Elysi’s face was flushed and Isran wondered if she had been standing outside the door with her back straight and cheeks flushed the entire time. Looking down at her Isran’s heart fluttered. She was cute.

  She felt her lower region stir and quickly cmped down on that, remembering the time she saw some one get run over by a car. Brain matter and blood was good enough to cut that arousal short.

  Elysi had the purse in her hands, pying with the fabric as she stood awkwardly in the room. Isran had made her bed as soon as she had woken up. Not because she used to be diligent in that task in a previous life… more so because she wanted to give her hands something to do.

  She had eaten a fruit and a few pieces of meat and packed up the bags again before entering the shower. Three fruits were id out for Elysi.

  The shorter woman gnced at the fruits and the bed and slowly approached the fruits.

  “I want to ask you something Isran and I know this is presumptuous but I need you to be completely honest with me.”

  Isran tilted her head. “Yeah of course.”

  “Who are you.”

  The way Elysi was looking at her made Isran feel slightly apprehensible. Had she done something that made Elysi’s hackles rise? She didn’t know if she was going to believe her, if telling the truth was safe, but a long time ago she learnt the hard way that lies would always follow you.

  Isran rubbed the back of her head with a small sigh. “I uh… never actually entered the dungeon…”

  Elysi stood quietly, patiently allowing Isran to speak.

  “I was reincarnated. I’m not from this world.”

  It was simple but Elysi didn’t need to know she had been a dungeon monster. Sure lying by omission was bad but there was quite literally no one alive that could ever know that.

  Elysi frowned and tilted her head. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

  Isran blinked. “Oh… I didn’t know if you’d believe me… that is kind of a crazy story right?”

  Elysi smiled a teasing smile—the first Isran had seen and it made her heart flutter, gods she was such a hopeless romantic sometimes. “Why would it?”

  Isran shrugged. She guessed it was normal for magical things to happen in a magical world… go figure. She was relieved.

  “Have you met anyone who was well… not from this world before?” Elysi was taking the news in stride a bit too much—she felt like she had to ask.

  “Not directly.” The beastkin said as she pced the purse down and picked one fruit. “But several great warriors have been reincarnations, everyone on Neos knows that.”

  “Oh… I see.”

  Elysi hummed and paused just as she was about to bring the fruit to her lips. “You should know… if you don’t already—that you have a champion seal on your back.”

  “A champion seal?” Isran asked and lightly brushed her fingers over her covered back.

  Elysi bit into her food and after swallowing answered. “Seals of those blessed by the gods. It makes sense you don’t know what it is but I don’t know enough about them to expin more… you could talk to the military about it.”

  “The military?”

  Elysi nodded. “Almost all known champions serve in the Elvencarth military.”

  Isran felt her jaw tighten. Would she have to work with the military because she was a champion? God what kind of world had Vycor shipped her to. “Is that a mandatory thing?”

  “I don’t think so.” Elysi gnced at her tightened jaw. “Champions just happen to usually be nobles and most of them take military jobs… I’m sure there’s others that aren’t.”

  She didn’t look sure and Isran took a few quiet breaths. “We should uh… keep this quiet for a while.”

  Elysi smiled tenderly. “Of course.”

  Isran wondered if trusting her was a good idea. If being a champion made her have a military obligation she could have to leave the continent. Isran wondered if the world had continents. Elysi had called it Neos… or was Neos the continent? She would ask ter.

  “I uh… well I don’t really have any more clothes so… I was wondering if we could shop a bit before we leave today…”

  “Oh..” Isran blinked out of her thought. Elysi was wearing the same clothes from the day before but they looked cleaner. She must’ve washed them and dried them through the night… Isran should have probably done that. “Yeah of course.” She was asking because the money was hers. It was nice that she was asking, her fear that the woman would run away with the money was dispelled.

  When they stepped out of the inn Isran was surprised at the difference in noise levels. The inn was quiet, almost serene but the streets were noisy. Several horses and carriages moving about, people talking, some yelling, there was a fight a few feet away that was being broken up by some guards and a few stores lining the streets as well as other inns. It was an interesting change from the night before, where people were walking around but not many people speaking. Her head throbbed slightly at it. So many people, it was a bit over stimuting.

  Elysi hesitantly reached for Isran’s hand. Isran figured they had to stay close and didn’t question it—but appreciated it—as the woman dragged her along. Her rising pulse slowed down slightly, and she breathed slowly as Elysi led her from stall to stall. By the time the reached a small shop with clothes hanging outside Isran felt like she could barely breathe. So many people had brushed against her, so many people yelling. The warmth of the sun turned into uncomfortable heat midway through their walk.

  The shop was small, with the same structure as the inn but it was empty save for what she was sure was the shop owner. Isran took in a rge shaky breath, her fingers trembling in Elysi’s hand. The beastkin had not let go of her hand even once. Isran appreciated it more than she could express.

  She had been a bit anxious in her first life, but nothing like what she was experiencing. She knew it had something to do with being a dungeon monster in her past life, in a cold dark isoted section of the dungeon. She had this fear, deep down that one day she would manifest her instincts from being a monster and attack people. She needed a smoke.

  “I’m just going to speak to the owner.” Elysi whispered.

  Isran blinked and nodded. “Yeah.. Ok yeah.”

  Elysi slowly pulled her hand away and walked over to a small old woman who’s face was buried in her book, a feathered pen in hand.

  Isran breathed a few more times, trying to remember when breathing exercises had helped the first time she had ever been that rattled. She didn’t like the prospect of this being her life. She had been a leader, a strong leader. Being overstimuted because of an over crowded space sounded like torture. Weed would help… she wasn’t a fan of tobacco but weed would help. It had to.

  She turned to look at a small shelf with mirrors lining it, there were several clothes and other jewelry around, as well as goggles Isran would pce in a steampunk setting. That helped pull her out of the bad head space she had been in. She hadn’t seen anything that would indicate the world had advanced technologically. Why would there be a steampunk inspired accessory in a shop?

  She turned to look closely at the mirrors and noted some of them had bronze framing with swirling patterns. Interesting.

  “Would you like one?”

  Isran jumped a bit. Elysi had approached her and she had been so engrossed in the mirror frame patterns she hadn’t noticed. She smiled, clearly pleased to have caught her off guard the same way Isran had done with her.

  “Uh yeah sure.” Isran’s wasn’t a vain person, or at least she didn’t think she was. She hadn’t seen her reflection ever since she was reincarnated. It wouldn’t hurt.

  Elysi waited a bit and they started at each other expectantly before she shook her head softly—smile still on her face. “Pick one.”

  “Oh! Yeah… right.”

  Turning back to the shelf she noted how they all looked the same except one. There was one that folded like a book, judging from the hinges positioned in the middle of it and Isran decided that was the one she was going to get.

  Elysi took the mirror from her hands gently and walked up to the old dy who was watching Isran closely. Isran hoped she didn’t think she was trying to steal.

  She decided to follow Elysi, so the woman could be at ease at least.

  Elysi paid and Isran watched as the woman wrapped the mirror in a red cloth before handing it to her.

  “You take care of them ok?”

  Isran blinked and nodded hesitantly. Them? The mirror and cloth?

  The clothes Elysi bought were in a brown paper bag and Isran gently pced the mirror in it before picking it up. As she was about to turn she spotted a pipe and her craving for a smoke increased.

  “Hey uh… do you sell weed here?”

  Elysi lifted an eyebrow at her while the old dy nodded and stood from her high chair.

  “You smoke?”

  Isran gnced at her and nodded. “Yeah… I hope you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t.”

  Isran nodded—relieved—at least smoking would not be an issue, she didn’t want to bother Elysi with it, she was paying her yes but the woman was being nice and considerate, she didn’t want to come off as some inconsiderate jerk.

  The old woman returned with a small box of rolled up blunts, a small funky looking lighter rested on top of them.

  Elysi pulled out the purse from her cloak and approached her to ask about the price but the old woman shook her head.

  “On the house.”

  “Oh you don’t—“

  She cut Isran off. “I insist.”

  Pcing the box down she picked one roll up and handed it to Isran. “Try it first.”

  Isran hesitated briefly before gently taking the blunt and brought it to her lips, leaning down so the old dy could light it up.

  She inhaled not too deeply and felt her eyes widen, an immediate sense of calm washed over her and and the smoke was strangely sweet. She held in her mouth for a few seconds before slowly letting out a breath.

  “Good?”

  Isran nodded. “Very good. Thank you.”

  Isran gently took the box from her and added it to the brown paper bag.

  The old dy scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Elysi. “If you need more weed my son has a shop in Kestin.”

  Elysi hesitated briefly before nodding and gently taking the paper from the shop keeper. “We appreciate this, thank you.”

  The old woman nodded then turned to what looked like a hand drawn crossword puzzle and didn’t say anything else.

  Isran gnced at Elysi with a shrug and both of them turned around to leave, Isran slowly smoking as they moved.

  It was strange, even as they stepped outside the noise came back full force, her ears ringing slightly, but Isran felt calm, unbothered.