There was a playful expression lingering on Rosalyn's face as she stepped back, curtseyed, and left him to his thoughts and plans in the study. The footsteps grew more distant soon, leaving him to some peace to focus on the books on the shelves. Looking over the titles, there were a few that might contain something, but only a few that might be more directly relevant.<em>On Fair Folk: Truths and Myths</em>was a good starting point, another labeled<em>Treatise on Fey</em>joining it quickly enough. Of the other titles, none had a clear indication it would help as much as these two might, unless he recalled some particular reason why there might be anything such.<br/><br/>Looking through the two books after the fire was lit and warming the hearth he was greeted by rather common knowledge about the dryads in the first book. The legends of them drawing in young men and mating them in the underhill if one was foolish enough to follow them that far, were well documented. Their rage towards anyone threatening their tree was noted, as was the threat to anything dealing with their grove itself, but beyond those they apparently viewed breaking trees down with the same detachment that a member of a herd might have to a predator taking down one of their numbers while the others got away. It was sorrowful, but an accepted part of life. The book detailed they wouldn't be too keen on clear-cutting and logging but did not necessarily attack a woodsman just cutting down a single tree in the distance, though threatening to cut down from their grove or worse threatening their tree would provoke a far more violent response.<br/><br/>The treatise in turn provided a few hints about dealing with dryads. As spirits born of wood and earth, they cared little for little things like clothes and modesty, and their shyness in some times was more in relation to wanting to keep from being targeted for violence. There was a bit of writing that druids spending more time around them might come to travel in the buff around them to be more easily accepted, as it seemed natural for dryad to greet someone in such a state. Covering up somewhat didn't bother them, but covering up completely didn't really appeal to them. Another thing they were wary of was anyone carrying iron on them in open sight, due to their hesitation towards cold iron in particular. While not as weak to it as some of the fey, they still treated such metal with suspicions, and hence preferred the lack of clothing as it put them more at ease. Then was the matter of providing them with some water if they were not already living near a pond, either by pouring water on their trees' roots or giving them a filled waterskin to drink from, a gift of such simple necessities was viewed as hospitality that they were likely to return in turn.<br/><br/>Notably the treatise also recommended music as a fine source of distraction when dealing with fey, and that though they were not as capricious as pixies and other small fey, they might be drawn into riddles or little challenges, for such acts held more meaning and interest to them than clear cut agreements for most part. Last but not least was a warning to not approach them under the full moon if it was possible to avoid it, though the treatise mentioned this without a clear answer as to why, only hint to that appeared to be the word 'court' scribed down near there.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmmhh.... I am feeling like a new woman."</strong>There was an almost purring sound near the doorway by then, as an elven woman stood there, a simple bathrobe hugging her figure, her hair wet and hanging straight for the moment. Her right arm showed a long, still red scratch along it, but beyond that she was in fine health and given the athletic way she moved, in quite a fit shape too.<strong>"Master Tehr, I apologise for having had to leave earlier despite having agreed previously to remain at your home. Unfortunately there were unavoidable matters to attend to, and there still are. However, I am back as both a friend and... a possible client if you might have time later to help me out a little."</strong>She smiled a bit at this time before clearing her throat.<br/><br/><strong>"I was hoping to purchase one of your ... creations to help a lady remain clean and refreshed after a wild romp. After a trek through the wilds such a thing would probably be quite useful, but even if its only refreshing one after certain bits of play, I think it would be worth the price. A little hard to sneak up on a beast if you carry a musk so strong it can notice you upwind from a distance."</strong>She said in a tone that seemed to suggest not asking, a redness on her cheeks quite obvious though.