The dryad looks over at you and nods, her eyes guileless. At a glance, it almost seems like her hair is melding with the trunk of the tree... but after a moment, your eyes pick up that sections of the hair just camouflage against the trunk. She really does seem to be one and the same with the tree.<br/><br/>"Indeed. What kind of berries are you looking for, and why that species? I may help, provided they are not in need of my protection..."<br/><br/>She leans her head against the trunk of the tree, crossing her hands above her stomach as she awaits your answer. "Those are my first questions to you. Answer, and receive the gift of answers in return."<br/><br/>The dryad seems to be treating this as much as a business transaction as she is treating it as a conversation. However, to her it seems like this is the 'normal' means of conversing, so it is most likely not meant as an insult.