The year and current state of the land

"My first question. What year and season is it?"

She started to cooperate begrudgingly, keeping her faked steely gaze upon you as you kept circling her in slow steady steps, "It is the summer of 756."

"Ah, so I have been away for close to 200 years.... Very troubling.... and most disappointing."

Many things could have changed within that period of time. Kingdoms would have come and gone. Old lands would have changed hands or died off entirely, with new ones being discovered and settled upon. Cities would have grown or fallen. At least 3 to 4 generations of humans would have passed. At least among most of the longer lived races that you knew of, there should still be quite a few familiar faces about.

"Tell me of the state of the surrounding area." You ask of her your next request, hoping that they would misbehave again, "How has your whore queen been?"

Just as predicted, there was an angry clamor in the room behind you, "How dare you speak of the Queen Mother that way!"

It was a response that you were itching to hear, so soon after you delivered your ultimatum. It was something that warranted a little something extra, since the pompous fools had decided to let their patriotic sentiments cry out despite their predicament. Raising your fingers, you snapped four times. Their armored tassets, chest plates, pauldrons and helmets fell apart in ruined heaps of golden metal, prompting them to scream and shout in distress. All that was left was the scanty thin fabric upon their loins and another white padded piece covering their lovely lady mounds. For warriors, they indeed loved to dress so minimal. It was almost impractical, but then again, they were elves. Their 'superior dexterity' demanded them to don the lightest of armor and the least constrictive of clothing. Of course, their former worn golden garb was made from a fine mithril alloy, a lightweight but extremely tough material just below that of adamantine. Trivialities apart, you delight in the sight of so much nicely exposed flesh all around you, so much so that you could feel a rapid stiffening in your crotch. Their stubbornness was becoming a great excitement for you.

The officer in front of you was gritting her teeth, trying her best to keep her composure from the sudden unwanted exhibition. You could even hear a small whimper escape her now trembling throat. Now was the time when she decided to look away, her cheeks red with mortified agitation from your gaze directly at her nearly naked form, especially upon her very ample bussoms that you so find impressively admirable. You felt like you could fit a whole palm over those round and bouncy globes, but now was not the time. As much fun as this was, you still did not have the answers you wanted.

"Well?" You prompted her after the moment of silence.

"Queen-...." She breathed in a trembling gasp. She seemed like she was bearing the responsibility for the plight of her kin, "Queen Mother Alanis has passed into the Beyond.... Her daughter, Valindra, now rules the Melnaserin nation...." She gulped, turning away from you as you circle to the other side, "The realm is at peace. The elven states, the human kingdoms.... and the dwarven holds.... all hold each other in high regard. The last war was a 100 years ago.... None but orcs, trolls and goblins disturb the trade routes...."

"And...." You prompted again to see how far she was willing to go.

"Al-Although the peace is lasting, the people are becoming.... complacent...." She looked like she was coming close to tears, and still she kept fighting with all her remaining might not to, "The nobles plot, and the commoners.... They squabble.... over land, wealth and titles."

"And what about yourself? Do you 'squabble' along with the rest of the wretches?" You reach to turn her pretty, reddened face to look at you.

"The elite guard go where we are needed.... The Cage has long been a cursed place.... Our mission is to do what we are told." She breathed in your face, a slight amount of that delectable defiance returning, "Guarding this prison with our lives.... and making sure no one ever comes near you ever again...."

You gave her your biggest smile, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "And how well has that gotten you so far, knife ear? Think you can get out of this one?"