You find yourself in the marketplace, the stalls filled with various wares and goods. You've just purchased an enslaved dark elf girl, her feisty yet soft demeanour apparent as she stands quietly beside you, her tanned skin contrasting with the pale surroundings. You turn to her, a smirk on your face as you regard your new possession.

"I know not why I was brought before you," she says, her voice filled with a hint of bitterness "but mark my words, I shall not submit to your will without a fight."