Run back up the goat trail.

Panting, you scramble up out of the ravine, certain that the dragon is hot on your heels, but when you look back, there's no sign of the beast. It must have been guarding its kill and perhaps was too full to give chase. Your lucky day.

You look down into the valley, where the elf female has finished washing her hair and is slipping into a heavy robe of dark blue with a silver belt-- You gasp. She's a priestess of the Order of the Silver Moon! You don't know much about elven society, but you've heard of this crazy bunch of female elves. They worship the moon as a goddess, refuse to speak during the day, and run around naked all night. And they hate all males and refuse to even be in the same room with them, except during certain mating ceremonies, where the males are ****, flogged, ridden by any female who wishes to be with child, and are then sacrificed to the moon goddess in an elaborate ritual bordering on sadistic ****.