"First off." The dryad began, staring at the halfling woman. "There's an army of goblins, armoring, forging weapons, forging suits of 'pumpkin soldier' armor and speaking of 'ol Jack'. Second, there are magical bombs they are making." The dryad opend the backpack's side pocket, setting down the third one she had not tossed before. "Metal fingers, and spell scrolls, with explosive runes of some sort. They create elemental damage in small area, but damn nasty if you ask me. I hope to study this one but its the only sample I have so I should show to you. Third, they<em>did get</em>the bones that I stopped them from getting before. In fact, that brings me to the point four, it was<em>your guards</em>that delivered them. Point five, there was a man with them that seems to be brains behind this operation, point six, they spoke of Blood Lord and needing a herald for him, and this would have apparently been Ol Jack that they were building from the things they had stolen before. And lastly, point seven, this is the goblin priestess I beat up and carried with me, at no small risk, to bring you someone that can perhaps even point out to you the bastard of a man who is in league with the man, because these elven eyes could see some of a face, but I have no idea of the name." She gestured at the bundle she had brought with her, gasping for a deep breath after that quick explanation.<br/><br/>"As for why I am dryad, lets just say if a fey asks you a favor in exchange for its help, its going to cost you." She muttered. "I am stuck like this until sunrise I think, maybe longer. I hope its just sunrise though. Also, I got no real loot from there beyond these exploding fingers, and I used two to escape and ruin what I could from their plan. I destroyed the giant pumpkin, so they cant summon 'Ol Jack' with that. I captured their priestess. I killed the craftsmen making those 'spellbombs' but they had a workshop making a lot more. I fear they put them onto those goblins they stuffed into armors, because from what I saw, they screamed in horror at first, and then went insane once in the armor. Might even be that the armors consumed them as just 'components' when they were shoved inside. Nonetheless." She grimaced again.<br/><br/>"This is big. Blood Lord, apparently, is planning to Ascend to be a New God. Sound familiar? Son of Cayden Cailean's legacy missing, and now this?" She frowned. "Ohh, and to add to all of this? I heard the guards report an elf came to town, interrupting the bone-theft, and that the town guard's captain might be behind it. The man who's name I don't know whispered something about arranging your death. Bandits somewhere nearby, and the proud captain going to stop them herself, only to never return. Dead as a hero, blah blah, so long." She shivered.<br/><br/>"I don't want your cute tush to be six feet under so I came back to warn you. Ohh! Also, not only did I break their pumpkin, I stole their bones." She pat the backpack.<br/><br/>"And the bundle in my clothes is goblin priestess. I had to get her past the town guards at the gates. I'd ask what you mean those women having the gates for a month now, but I guess I should not ask. Nonetheless, the night-watchman didn't believe his eyes as I rode past naked. Probably thinks he slept on the job and dreamed it up. A little fey magic should help at that. Right now, I figured I should report to you, but I thought this would be better than coming to the garrison to ask where to find the captain and then waking you up with a dryad sitting on your lap." She finished, looking at Sharille seriously.<br/><br/>"Now, is it too much to ask that you would at least say 'thanks'? I'm in debt to a fey, I'm in debt to the woman that borrowed me money for my gear and sent me to help you, and now I am apparently in debt to a drowess madame of a brothel that knows I am temporarily pushed into taking the shape of a dryad." She crossed her arms. "I dislike being in debt to so many, and I am just a newcomer too." She sighed defeatedly, looking down.<br/><br/>It had taken all she had to even get back to Sharille. Pushing the bag with bones over to the halfling, and then opening the bundle to reveal the beat up goblin priestess, she got up and moved a bit aside, sulking.