<em>&lt;"The pleasure is mine, Valen Elf."&gt;</em>The naiad settles down on the lake floor near you, her form vaguely visible in the darkness, and turns her eyes up to the lake's surface.<em> &lt;"I have taken you to my 'home,' to keep you out of the little ones' reach. It is not the sort of accommodations you are used to, I am sure, but at least it is safe."&gt;<br/></em><br/>She falls silent for a moment, and then scoots closer across the sand, her face hovering less than an inch from your bubble... and still only faintly visible in the darkness. You get a hint of a dainty nose, and<em>very </em>sharp teeth...<br/><br/><em>&lt;"And they sew their lips in worship... I know not of who, though. My reach does not extend far enough into their domain to see that much."&gt;</em>The dryad reaches up and tugs on a lock of her thick, wavy hair.<em>&lt;"I wish I did... Though from what I have seen, the object of their worship is every bit as spiteful and vindictive as they are. And they are trying to create some form of offering for it..."&gt;</em>