Night, and silence.
A short, stout figure hurried through the bushes.
After walking along the path for a long time, he came upon a small fishing hut. Two torches lit the doorway, their flames flickering on the water's surface.
The short, stout figure raised his left hand, the fingernails still gray with dirt, and pushed open the door.
CREAK—
As soon as he entered, he saw three women sitting inside the room.
They turned in unison to look at the short, stout figure who had just entered. "Yarrn, Mr. Pig."
The "beastman" Pig gave a sly chuckle. He had a weakness for beautiful women and often fantasized that they would fall in love with him at first sight, just like in the songs of the Minstrels.
However, these women were all too reserved and would never take the initiative to express their affection for him.
The one on the far left was buxom, sexy, and mature.
The one in the middle had short, neat hair, exuding an air of competence.
The one on the right was petite and cute.
