As the small woman heard his words, the little sylvan kept chuckling and flying around his head and upper body, chuckling cheerfully. "Alright, I'll go with you, the others shall wait here though." At this, a collective 'awww' sounded out from at least three other places. Laughing mischeviously the flying girl took a little distance though, waving him to follow her, and began to show the way.<br/><br/>"You're lucky you didn't head straight there. That's where the boar digs out some mushrooms at. Its got a good patch between the treeline and the hill. Most people that come here end up chased away by the boar there, especially since it has been fattening up, thinking it is trying to grow bigger and more impressive and find a good guy pig for it too." Snickering, the short woman seemed to vanish all of a sudden, before a small weight on his shoulder told her presence was still there, as did the scent like a morning dew.