(*cough* Hobgoblins, not orcs *cough*)<br/><br/>The dryads listen to his words for a moment, before turning to the elves. "Does he speak true?" "Yes, by my word." Maura speaks a few words in Druidic. "Indeed, sisters. He is under my ward." The fey glance between one another for a moment, silently conferring and, as one, leap into the nearest tree. Moments later, the grasping vines fade.<br/><br/>"Damn, that was close!"