Devaguea glanced at the lumberjacks, before sighing. "Gentlemen, there is a town in the making to the northeast, near the ruins of the temple of Erastil. There are no fae near there, so you can harvest to your heart's content, AND there is a road that leads directly to the capital."<br/><br/>He turned back to the fae. "However, before they leave, they want their men back. If I promise to not allow your trees to be cut down, would you let them go? I do wish to talk with you about other things, but I dislike hostage takers. Self defense is one thing, hostages is another. And rape..."<br/><br/>He glared at the lumberjack with a fury that would have turned him into a cinder if he had been considering it, "Is a crime I absolutely will NOT tolerate for any reason."<br/><br/>diplomacy 32 (+15)