The tree faces at this point have become almost full fledged womens' bodies, attached to their trunks where their hands and feet should be. One nymph alone disconnects from her tree entirely, and strides towards you.<br/><br/>"Your words are... problematic, elf." She gives you a sad smile. "If there are indeed hellspawn in our woods, then we will have to take measures to defend ourselves and our kin... I would not suppose that you have any evidence to back up your claims?"<br/><br/>Even as she asks, you see a cluster of grapes growing from a vine in her hair...