It seems that the imps weren't expecting a wizard to be quite so proficient at maneuvering through the trees... within moments, you leap to the ground a fair distance away from the sleeping giant and stroll onward, and do so quick enough that you effectively lose no time...<br/><br/>An hour later, and you can easily tell you've arrived at the Dryad arbor. You step into a perfectly round glade, surrounded by twelve oak trees. Each tree in turn has a perfectly round ring of mushrooms growing around its base.<br/><br/>"Umm... Treedaughters? We brought someone... she could really use your help..." Tyg's voice trembles a bit as she addresses the trees, but she stands firm in the center of the glade.<br/><br/>For a few moments, the glade is completely silent... and then you hear it. Twelve voices speak in perfect counterpoint, with the sound of roots cracking under the earth.<br/><br/>"Why are you in our forest, Elf?"