"Ha!." Osarin laughed musically, if not patronizingly, "if the kings men are indeed after you, then you should have left this are long ago... leave your ...total kar," he cringed as he spoke, unsure if he was saying it correctly, "behind, and I'd get moving. Of course, if you'd like, nobody knows the forests quite like a dryad." he smiled as he spoke, offering his services, which was cut short.<br/><br/>"Stay where you are."<br/><br/>The leader spoke in a deadly soft hiss that chilled the blood.<br/><br/>"Lay down your weapons elf and you too dragon. Make any sudden movements and you can be sure my arrow will aim true."<br/><br/>Osarin swallowed hard, thanking the gods silently that his newly stolen bow was hidden away in a bag on his back. He raised his hands in a sign of surrender, not intending to surrender by any means. "Now now, surely we can negotiate." Osarin spoke in a particularly feminine tone, soft, and oddly haunting. He summoned all his might into his words, a dryad trick, haunting voice and magic combined could force the weak willed. He spoke slowly, "There must be something else you want. If you just relax, take a deep breath, and calm yourselves." His magic words wound themselves through the forest which heaved a collective, serene sigh. He had used too much magic today, and was unsure how many he could control, but surely at least one would falter... they were only human. He backed slowly against a tree, should his mother's magic fail him in this endeavor, surely he could manage to meld with the trees, a quick, if hardly subtle escape.