Sadrath the dark elf mage!

Helartha looked up, startled. She didn't expect the leader of the orcs to be a woman. What's more, it was an elf! Though, Helartha could instantly tell it was a dark elf. Her jet white skin tinted slightly with blue gave that away. The elf wore a high collared robe which covered her from neck to the ground, and had a dark veil protecting her face. Dark Elves were famously sensitive to the sun.

"No one is to **** any elf." Sadrtath said. Helartha breathed a sigh of relief. Despite her obvious wanting morals, it appeared this elf had some sense of solidarity!

"You all know that my spell bringing bad luck to all elves will only last as long as we do not do grievous harm to a single one." Sadarth explained loudly to the orcs. "You can disable them, even hurt them a bit, but no ****, sexual or otherwise."

A few orcs grumbled. Helartha realized this was no solidarity with elves. It was simply the rules of some enchantment! Still, it was good new for her! Sadrath looked at her, seeming amused by her exposed and helpless state. A wicked smile crossed the dark elf's face that chilled Helartha's blood.

"Do not fret, my soldiers." Sadrath went on. "There is plenty of nonviolent entertainment we can get from our first elf prisoner of war..."