The dryad shakes her head.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, dear, the only "allies" we have are those fey that live under our protection in this forest." She sighs and shifts a little bit closer, one finger tracing out a map on your bared stomach.<br/><br/>"We live approximately here" She says, pressing with one finger just up and to the left of your navel. "The imps are to the north, and the nearest grove of dryads is alllll the way out here some where..."<br/><br/>Her finger slides down to your side, and even further, until it almost reaches your back. There it rests for a moment, as the dryad loses herself in her thoughts.<br/><br/>"No, we can't win this based on numbers. The only way to win this "war" as you put it will be to go on the offensive, and drive the devils back into the mountains where they came from. Or even better, to find a way to banish them back to hell."