(Meh, orc, hobgoblins, the only ones who care are those keeping track of the kills, and the bastards before I fry them. And besides, he should have no clue IC, and he remembered the orcs back at the beginning.)<br/><br/>Sighing in relief, Draiss turns to Daminor and Maura, and said, his voice almost unnaturally calm, "Were you two trying to make that more difficult than it had to be? You screaming don't try to blame me was most certainly not what I expected someone who has such skill with words to say, and most certainly not in front of the women that he was talking about earlier. Of did you not mean the comment, 'Give me  good music, fine women and a job well done'?<br/><br/>Maura, I understand that you might still be miffed at me because of the skeleton, but screaming 'What are you plotting' in front of a group of potentially hostile dryads is not the best thing to do. What part..."<br/><br/>He abruptly stopped himself, and then said, "I am going to ride ahead a bit, and try and cool off. Please for the sake of all that is holy and unholy do not get into trouble."<br/><br/>Riding ahead of the party, far enough that he could not hear them talking, but close enough that a scream or yell could still be heard, he leaned forward over his mount, as if deep in thought, though all he was doing was simply centering himself, washing out the possible taint that he might have picked up before he realized that the forest was 'off'. After about 15 minutes, he slowed and waited for the others, and then rode at the back of the group, before asking, "Anyone have any idea when we are going to make it to the destination?"