The dryads look confused by pretty much everything you've just told them.<br/><br/>"An egg slime... that does not seem right. We see that you speak truth, but this definitely seems like the work of outside forces... and we thank you for the information you have provided. Tyg, Perlivash, please let our kin know to prepare themselves..."<br/><br/>With two nods, the tiny grig and faerie dragon split up, leaving the glade in twin blurs of motion. As they leave, the dryads turn their attentions back to you.<br/><br/>"This is the first you have mentioned about the sunset... why is it that you must leave before the night?"