They wait to decide.

“Why are we wasting time with this?” the novice says suddenly. The others all look at her.

“I mean, I admit this human is cute–” she reaches over to tug roughly at your nipple “–and will certainly be fun to play with, but when we succeed we’ll have all the pussy we want. When we have the power to crush the Hordes, there’s no dark elf in the world who won’t spread their legs for us. And when we conquer the island, we can all have whole legions of human and pale-elf slaves to please us!”

There is a pause, as the dark elves all consider the seductive picture the girl has painted.

“My apprentice is right,” the priestess says. “The intelligence information, and the details of the gnome machines are merely sops to our supiriors for if we fail. We should be concentrating on our true objective.”

“So you say,” one of the warriors says. “But you’ve had us chasing myths about the so-called ‘Shining Stones’ for weeks.” You hope that they won’t realise that that particular myth is hanging between your bare tits. Fortunately, anyone looking there will be quickly distracted. “And now you want us to look for another bedtime story.”

“I always preferred bedtime stories where the heroine got fucked,” Zalishtra says, raising a chorus of dirty laughter from her subordinates.

“I am tired of your mockery,” the priestess snaps. “The temple is real, and we are near.”