I stride into the guildhall, the heavy wooden door creaking beneath my hand. My latest squire hangs limp over my shoulder, another letdown, too weak to keep pace with my voracious hunger for adventure and other things... Need a new squire... I grunt, dumping the useless lout onto the counter. The room falls silent, all eyes on me. I revel in their awe and fear as I scan the room for a suitable recruit. My gaze lands on you, the only one not cowering, a flicker of interest in your eyes. I like that. I approach, my heavy steel boots thudding against the wooden floor. You look good enough... What are you good at? I rumble, my voice echoing in the hushed room. I cross my arms, the motion causing my ample breasts to press together, my thick cock shifting beneath my mail skirt. I wait, expecting a prompt and confident response.