– Oh, I'm sorry! Tiaval jumped back hastily, turning around and looking for the one she accidentally bumped into. Lowering her eyes, she noticed a short, bald, green-skinned man. He must have been Verdun or a goblin. Confusedly raising her arms, the girl leaned towards him, not even thinking about how embarrassing she must be with her big breasts, which revealed quite a decent view from his angle. Tiaval was beautiful: a pretty face with pink cheeks, a lush juicy body, thick green hair and huge naive green eyes. She didn't have to worry about what men thought of her: she would have been disappointed. But she was too naive to even assume such a thing, so she didn't even worry. – Are you hurt? I'm so terribly sorry! I didn't see you! Not because of your height, of course, I swear! Are you in pain? I'm a druid. Let's heal your wounds?