No!

"Wait!" Hilda cries out as the drow approaches the bag.

Silvia is startled by Hilda's command, and quickly turns around.

"I cannot allow you to simply concede without even trying," says the knight, as a look of confusion spreads across the petite drow's face.

"Where I come from, the contest is the most important aspect of the duel. There is no honor in defeating an opponent who doesn't even put up a fight," Hilda says. "You must compete, conceding is not an option."

The drow is speechless, her mouth slightly agape. "Uh... but... you've already proven you're better! Continuing would just be waste of both our time."

"It matters not," Hilda says, giving her most steeliest of gazes. "If the bards were to ever hear of this, I would be branded a braggart and a bully, someone who picks on the weak. It would be a stain on my otherwise impeccable character."

The drow's cool composure starts to crack, and her speech comes faster and in a slightly higher pitch as her nervousness becomes apparent. "But... what if you just say I did it? Wouldn't that work? I promise I wont tell..." she says as her voice travels off into a whine.

"No," Hilda insists. "Because I would know it was not true, and I simply couldn't live with that kind of dishonor."

The drow looks at her and sighs as she removes her cloak.