Not one to turn down nicely wrapped presents, Dale slipped from her hiding spot, quiet as a shadow, and grabbed the elf leader's hair.  The edge of Dale's knife placed firmly against the elf's throat - a trickle of blood slowly moved down the elf's neck from where steel met flesh.<br/><br/><strong>"Drop your weapon and don't do anything stupid,"</strong>Dale commanded, her voice a menacing hiss in the elf's ear.<br/><br/>Once disarmed, Dale pushed the woman forward, with a rough jerk of hair and a firm elbow in the middle of the back.  Olivia wanted to talk.  The least Dale could do is provide a captive audience.  Besides, there was no profit to be made from killing these women, and while Dale wasn't above a bit of senseless bloodshed she preferred to gain<em>something</em>.  Who knows, maybe this elf had a hidden treasure chest that she'd willingly trade for her life.<br/><br/>First things first, though,<strong>"tell your people to surrender, or else I'm going to slice your throat wide open,"</strong>Dale whispered again in that same menacing way.  To emphasize Dale's demand, the grip on the woman's hair became tighter and the knife's edge pressed to her throat even more firm.  A small crimson rivulet began to seep down the woman's skin.