The two faeries settle down right beside you and shake their heads in unison.<br/><br/>"Can't really have fun when we're expecting a visit from infernals..." The two chuckle at that and scoot closer. "Besides, we're your guides. It's our job to help you, whether it be in the field or in combat."<br/><br/>Darkness falls ((and takes ten damage)) quickly enough, and you can hear<em>something</em>moving through the forest. The first thing you discern is the sound of feet... hundreds of them. They march in perfect unison, thumping against the earth like hammers against immense war drums. Then you hear the voices... guttural, scratchy, grinding voices, chanting in infernal. Finally, you see the torches... and in the middle of it all, the Kyton, marching towards the edge of the dryad arbor. One thing's for sure... she seems<em>pissed.</em><br/><br/>"Dryads!" She practically screams, "Do not rush towards this conflict. Our fight is not yet with you... just give us the girl, and we will leave you alone for a little while longer."<br/><br/>Beside her, an imp leers at you, his eyes taking in your swollen belly. Just to taunt you, he makes kissing motions with his lips.<br/><br/>Around you, the dryad trees shudder in anger, but the faeries don't deign to respond to the kyton's threats. All she receives in response is silent defiance.<br/><br/>"Very well..." she hisses, and turns her attention to you. "We will give you this choice, elf. Surrender yourself, or bear it on your conscience when we raze this forest to the ground..."