<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hpUsAcQ.jpg?1)</div>"If I had such magic, I would have used it to hide myself long ago," she answered emphatically, though if she seemed frustrated and bitter, it was at least directed not at Artorius but at being trapped in such harrowing circumstances. "I am bound to my tree, and unless you know of a way to ward it from the brute or the chained devils, they can use my bond to it against me." Downcast, the dryad shook her head before looking up to Artorius mournfully.  "Were I to be `free` of that bond... to have my bond to my tree severed..." Her voice broke again, her arms wrapped around herself as she shuddered at the prospect. "The closest thing I can think of would be to tell someone you will free them, but they must leave behind their heart, their soul. I would sooner face their cruel ministries." The words tumbled out faster, faster, as if she was rushing to say everything before the impending arrival of the thing that had been stalking Artorius through the winding hallways.<br/><br/>"I've never seen it fly, but I can't guarantee that it won't have a way to bring you down, or that it won't be able to pursue you into the air... And you'll have to rest eventually. The only way that brute will stop is if its masters, the chained devils, were gone–" Then, suddenly, something seemed to spark in her eyes, a small gleam of hope. "But... if you could find a way to make it stop hunting you long enough to listen to you... you might be able to appeal to the minotaur it once was, instead of the chained brute it now is."