Once all four members oft he crew were out of their ship, the doors to the docking bay opened, and a group of armed thugs marched in, weapons trained. From behind them came a tall, shapely drow woman, dressed in an absolutely ridiculous-looking outfit; what looked like a navy-blue admiral's outfit, from the days when the only ships sailed on water, complete with a matching colored, wide-brimmed hat, with a long, white feather sticking out of it. "Well, well, what a surprise. I spend a fortune buying it, lose it, and spend another fortune punishing those responsible, and tracking it down, and look what falls right into my lap?" she asks, sashaying over towards Ivy. "Hello, my little pet," she says, taking Ivy's chin in her hand. "You're<em>not</em>getting away, this time."