Shame her

The elf spent the rest of their journey back to her meadow plotting and scheming as she chatted with Hilda.

The spell of persuasion she had cast on herself at the start of the day had been working over time, making Mahlly seem more charming and charismatic than the druid actually was, but it definitely seemed to be helping.

Hilda was a pliable woman and open to many reasonable (and even a few unreasonable) suggestions, if they were worded right. She always had been a bit weak-willed (not that she would admit it), probably due to her spoiled upbringing. It was something her servants had quickly discovered after her parents had passed away and made her the new Lady of the Brandt estate (it had only taken about 2 hours of talking to convince her the servants should only have to work three days a week). And now, as they finally reached Mahlly's home, the elf would be the latest person to take advantage of Hilda's secret.

"Before we enter my meadow," the elf says as she looks over at her victim, "there are a few rules we have to go over."

"Uh, ok," Hilda says a bit confused.

"Only the pure of heart and good may enter here, lest it become as corrupt as the world around it. Are you willing to do what must be done to gain entry and prove that you have what it takes to enter?" Mahlly asks.

"Yes," Hilda says striking a heroic pose in her expensive armor. She is a knight after all.

"Good," Mahlly says with a smile. "First, you may not bring any weapons into it. For weapons are a creation of man, and have no place in the natural world."

"That, that makes sense, I guess," Hilda says as she unsheathes her sword and sets it against a tree.

"Next, you may not bring anything made of shaped metal into my realm, for it symbolizes the **** of the natural world by the wicked," Mahlly says, struggling to keep a straight face at Hilda. "You are not wicked, are you?"

"O-of course not!" Hilda says with an adorable pout. "I'm a knight of the realm! A protector of the weak!"

"And an exploiter of the natural world," Mahlly says as her hand goes to Hilda's armor. "This offends the gods. Remove it."

Hilda blushes, but starts to unbuckle her expensive full-plate armor.

I've already come this far... but this had better be worth it.

After spending a few minutes struggling to remove every piece, Hilda finally finishes, and dumps the last bit on the ground with a clang.

"Ok," she says, unable to hide the irritation in her voice. "Can we go in now?"