"Other form?" Nadia's mind mused with possibilities, before shaking her head and throwing on her tunic. She made sure to strap everything in place once more, though she frowned at the moist spots she was already feeling in the front. Producing milk was about as irritating as it was helpful.<br/><br/>when the dryad came back she'd finished strapping on her weapons and she turned to her, her face serious. "I said I would aid you however I can, and this is the best way I can help right now." She started heading for the imp's camp before turning around. "Besides I've snuck into.... well I can't say more dangerous areas, but certainly dangerous ones before." With a deep breath the now powerless elf headed off.