"Well, damn it all. She<em>is</em>a virgin." The man said, an almost wondering tone in his voice, then he shook his head. "These elves are incredible, aren't they? Saving themselves for the first man to actually catch them...though in this case..." He leaned back and looked at her oddly, then asked. "How much do you think she'd sell for? Ten talents of silver?"<br/><br/>"Nah, that's too low. Didn't you hear her, she's a<em>Warden.</em>" His friend reminded him, even as he roughly groped her breast and continued. "There aren't many of those left, from all I've heard. Last Warden that I remember was that female mage chick. You know, the one who cried the night that the boss raped her, calling out for her friend? Anyway, remember, she got bought by Lord Dreval and sent into the Labrynth as part of a contest. If I remember right, he bought her for nearly twenty-five talents. And<em>she</em>wasn't a virgin. I'm sure that Lady Angela will give us a healthy bonus for<em>this</em>one. Which means we'd best keep a close eye on her. Don't want her running down the tunnel and getting eaten by the spiders, or worse, captured by the spider-demon that took the place over. But we've gotta keep her under control for the two days until the boss gets back."<br/><br/>"The question is, chicklet, whether you're going to cooperate, or if we're going to have to drug you." He asked, looking at Naael closely, an evil grin on his face. It was obvious that he'd prefer the latter.