Wait, hang on, tell us more about what happened to the elf you tied to the waypost

You try your damndest to remember what happened to the uppity elven lass you tied to naked the sign… You’ve humiliated so many bossy buxom broads, it’s hard to keep it all straight in your memory sometimes. You’re pretty sure you haven’t stripped down the female knight currently yelling at you - you’d most certainly have remembered that one.

As for the elf, you’re pretty certain that as you were squeezing her bosoms you told her you had deposited her clothes and gear somewhere along the next five to six mile stretch of road to the west, so once she managed to undo her restraints she should begin walking that way to find them (spoilers, they were about five-and-a-half miles away). You recommended she didn’t leave the road during her search or she might miss them! Walking that distance would take an hour at least, it’d be a shame if she had to double back and start over, especially on such a busy road. You interpreted the muffled impotent raging coming through the gag as ‘I fully understand, thanks for teaching me some manners.’

You next told every passerby you met down the road that rubbing an elf’s tits brings one good luck. There were a lot of lucky people that day…

Anyway, back to the knight!