"You heard the dryads... we were criers." the grig taps her chest gently, flashing you a proud smile. "There ain't a fairy in a mile that doesn't know that the imps are making a move... we'll be ready for them when the time comes."<br/><br/>Perlivash nods, serpentine tongue flicking across tiny, razor sharp teeth. "Yep. Not going to give the imps an easy fight, that's for certain."<br/><br/>The two settle down nearby and look up.<br/><br/>"It's almost night-time... but you look like you're under the dryad's care. What'd you tell them? Are you going to be OK if we stick around?"