"Actually... that might make sense. If it lived in the forest, it was likely a green... and they're quite protective of their land." Maura seems to have relaxed, somewhat; now that she knows there's a problem, she can actively oppose it, and she, of any of them, despite being the most vulnerable, is also the best suited to fight it.<br/><br/>"Whatever the case, that's not our biggest problem, now; the forest's been here for centuries, I'm sure it'll be fine for a few more. I'm more interested in dealing with this army that's threatening to conquer the Vale. Either they're cocky bastards, or they're damn strong, because they've got Brindol on their list of targets. I don't know about you, but anyone who claims they might conquer Brindol is a serious threat." "Aye. If we survive this, we can deal with the problem of the forest later." Maura looks a little annoyed at their suggestions; the forest is a high priority to her. "Besides, if we don't stop them, there won't be a forest to return to." This seems to put her more at ease.<br/><br/>While they're speaking, Draiss' spell takes note of a flutter of something, moving from tree to tree. Several somethings. And not just hiding; literally moving from tree to tree. Dryads, heading this way, and they don't look too friendly.