No - Eilwy is not so easily beaten

Valleria grinned and tensed to tear down Eilwy's robe, but then froze. She felt a sudden panic rising.

"What the hell...?" she gasped.

Eilwy smiled at her, eyes twinkling wickedly. "Poisons, dear? Really? You won't defeat the Black Reaver with such novice tricks."

"But... I..."

"Oh do be quiet." Eilwy waved her hand, totally in control. Valleria let out a little **** noise and fell silent. "And you, boy, put that cock away."

"I... Yes of course!" Dirk gasped, scrambling to his feet and pulling up his britches.

Eilwy cast an eye up and down the dark elf's trembling body. She had a fantastic figure, Eilwy mused, admiring her tight black leggings. And also, such gear! Eilwy sensed the magic eminating from the rings on the huntress's fingers, her armour and her blades. She smiled. Valleria would prove a rich haul... and maybe some entertainment as well.

She gestured at the dark elf with her wand. "Take off the veil. No sudden moves."

The dark elf reached up slowly and pulled the veil from her face. She was stunning, although her grey eyes were full of anger. She let the veil fall to the floor.

Eilwy didn't recognise her, but there was no doubt that this was a dangerous dark elven bounty hunter. The speed and grace in which she had moved earlier suggested she was very well trained - possibly even one of their dreaded Wodan.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Valleria. I know who you are, Black Reaver. If you let me leave now, I promise there will be no retribution." She was trying to sound brave, Eilwy noted with amusement. "If you do not, my sisters or I will hunt you down and make you pay. After a few evenings at my sisters' tender mercies you'll beg for us to release you into a life of whoredom in Akn-Reibar."

Eilwy snorted. "Really. Throw me your rings."

Valleria pulled a face, then contemptuously pulled them from her fingers and tossed them to the ground at Eilwy's feet. Keeping her wand aimed at the elf, Eilwy bent over and scooped them up. She slipped the rings into her magic bag, but then held up a particular silver ring set with an amber stone.

"The Evstar Ring!" Eilwy said excitedly. "This belongs to Jomath, the White Witch! You have seen her, yes? And captured her? Who did you sell her to? Tell me!"

"I'll tell you nothing," the dark elf said haughtily, hands still held high. "You will let me go, or my sisters will bring retribution."

Eilwy snorted again. "We'll see." She examined the Evstar Ring more closely, then dropped it in her bag. "Your weapons."

Valleria threw her sword over, then the strange bone-bladed dagger that hung at her belt. Eilwy dropped both into her magic bag.

"Now your armour, leggings and boots," Eilwy said, smiling. "Strip yourself."

Valleria's face fell. "Not in front of the boy, Black Reaver!" she pleaded.

"I don't remember giving you a choice?"