The ranger keeps giving you a cockeye smile and taking a better look at you and your shiny cage, drawing the obvious from this,<strong>"Well I would wager you were that daughter of that red dragon up on the mountain. Were you being "escorted" to some rich benefactor or just sold off to slavery by daddy dearest...?"</strong>Not going in for the easy play and just raping you, since you seem entirely too eager for it and his BS detector is going off like mad. Not knowing the conditions of your spell limiters quite yet, but he has plenty of wounded guards to interrogate/torture/interrogate-torture to get the full picture.<br/><br/>All the same the other elf sluts are busy getting raped once more, since why not, while the rest of the bandits waiting their turns get busy taking care of the horses and starting up the caravan once more down the road. Your new best friend riding your cage on the outside for the time being, very much amused by your exotic looks and laying on the charm thickly himself. Asking you casually on which elvish wine you enjoy the best.