You say: “There’s an assassin in your house!”

You gasp for air, working your sore jaw for a moment before blurting out: "Evellyn, there’s an assassin - an elf - at your mansion. She’s taken Polly hostage! She got the drop on me. You need to untie me!"

For the first time, Evellyn’s smile fades completely. ”An assassin?” she repeats, her tone suddenly serious. She steps back, her eyes narrowing as she processes your words. "In my mansion?"

"Yes!" you nod, finally free to explain. ”She tied up Polly, and she-“

”-got you, too?" Evellyn raises an eyebrow as a wary smirk returns, her eyes flitting up and down your exposed body. ”Wow. She must be good. I honestly feel like I should shake her hand or give her a bag of money or something… You know, if she wasn’t breaking and entering into my home. Any idea what she’s after?”

“Not yet,” you shake your head, ”but let’s just say I intend to do a thorough interrogation once I get back there!”

Evellyn crosses her arms over her chest, her bare breasts rising slightly as she huffs. ”Fine. But after this is over, you and I are going to have a long talk about leaving me stranded in the woods like this.”