Sleep comes easily, and your dreams are pleasant... but sometime in the latest hours of the night, you wake to a pressure on your stomach. Your eyes open... and you find yourself staring into the wood-brown eyes of a dryad, sitting cross-legged on top of you. She doesn't seem hostile... but her eyes are a mix of curiosity and sternness. You get the feeling that she will not hesitate to defend herself or her tree if needed...<br/><br/>After a moment of looking into your eyes, the creature begins to talk to you in Sylvan, her voice reminiscent of the wind whispering through the leaves of a tree.<br/><br/>"Were you the one that poked me?"