"Well, that's the thing of it..." The dryad slides her hand back up on top of your stomach and rests it there, her brow furrowing. "We're not sure how many leaders they have, since the chain devil is the first such we've encountered."<br/><br/>She thinks for a moment, and then realization dawns in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Perhaps, though... if you could find us the materials, we could perhaps create an item that would allow you to sever their ties to this plane. You would have to find their source to do so, though..."