"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Such language from a 'lady of the court' is most unbecoming! You sound more like a drunken bar maid than a lady of nobility, my lady!" replied Skull to the young woman in a patronizing tone of voice. "If I didn't know any better," said one of the Dark Elves riding with them, "I'd swear she was in love with you, Skull!"
The others just laughed while Skull took no notice of them and just rode on.
Looking back towards her, the Dark Elf added, "And you should bear in mind, my lady, that it was you--not I--who willingly invaded our encampment. You came to us unannounced and unexpected; and as a result of your poor judgement, you now find yourself in the unenviable position of being a prisoner of war!"
Smiling a little, the Drow Warrior calmly concluded, "In short, my lady, you have only yourself to blame for your current predicament. So I would highly recommend that you sit back, enjoy the ride, and remain silent. If you don't, I will tie you up and gag you--right here and now!"
