"Don't pin this on me, dammit!" the bard cries, as he struggles to break free of the grasping vines. Cerul and Maura, despite their horses panicking, remain calm and still. "Quit struggling!" she snaps at Daminor.<br/><br/>The dryads turn their ire to Draiss, mainly because he's the one speaking. "Why have you trespassed in these lands? You bring death in the air around you... the very earth speaks of it, wailing as you pass it by." "You are a threat to this forest, you seek to harm it, destroy its heart, cut it out and claim it as your own, do you not?"