Take them both to the Dark Faery.

Niamh's mischievous grin seemed to grow even wider as she gazed at Dirk and Eilwy. "I think it's time we took you both to meet our mistress, the Dark Faery," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. Assha nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Niamh and Assha, the two mischievous wood nymphs, motioned for Dirk to follow them as they began to chant in an ancient language. The air around them grew thick with magic, and tendrils of vines and roots snaked their way out of the ground, wrapping themselves around Eilwy's limp form. She didn't resist, seemingly still **** from her earlier encounter with the troll. Dirk watched in awe as the vines bound her arms and legs, securing her. The air around them continued to thicken with magic, and the vines holding Eilwy's limp form began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. Eilwy began to float after the nymphs.

"Come along, village boy," Niamh said, her voice dripping with excitement.

As Niamh finished speaking, Dirk instinctively reached down to pull up his pants, still feeling a bit self-conscious about his exposed state. However, before he could even begin to lift his trousers, Assha let out a playful giggle and grasped his wrist, staying his hand. "Oh no, village boy, we don't want you covering that up just yet," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We want to get a good look at that little penis of yours as you walk. It's only fair, considering the show you put on for us with the Black Reaver."

Niamh nodded in agreement, her grin growing even wider.

Dirk's face burned with embarrassment as he reluctantly followed the two wood nymphs, his exposed penis bobbing with each step. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Assha's earlier command still lingered, and he didn't dare disobey. The nymphs led the way, as they chanted in unison.

As they walked, the trees seemed to close in around them, casting deep, ominous shadows on the ground.