My, my. Alura can't help but be pleased, as they go to their knees...But she only allows herself to relish their homage for a moment, before she gestures - graciously - for them to rise!<br/><br/>"Please, rise," she says - Her full lips curving in a smile, her voice husky, lilting...Her translucent robes caressing the Dryad's lovely form, as her lissome legs cross with a supple scrape. She glanced over her shoulder, at the goblin - who continues to sleep, just as she'd expected. Good - It's best if he hears nothing of this.<br/><br/>"-Your vigilance does you credit," Alura says, as her hand comes to rest on the lush curve of her hip. "Without your aid, the forest would languish - I thank you for all your have done. But - it has been decades since I have last awakened...And it appears that not<em>all</em>is well with the land."<br/><br/>She dips her head in a nod, to acknowledge Kard's question - "But of course," she says, moving with a dancer's easy grace as she draws closer. "The trees bring strange tidings. Change is in the air." The lovely brunette turns her head to the side, her expression contemplative. "...My lake thirsts," she murmurs, almost to herself. "The great river to the North no longer bears it's waters. Unless a solution can be found..."<br/><br/>Alura lets her voice trail off - the rest can remain unspoken. If her lake dries up, the forest will die with it...And that thought, more than anything else, impels her to urgency.<br/><br/>"This...<em>creature</em>brings news of armies massing in the East, of a warlord who schemes to invade the lands of men." She gestures, taking Grish in - "I have ensorcelled him, to bear false news to his leader...That the woods are a fell and terrible place, best to be avoided. If you slay him, they would merely send another - And even then, the threat might not be ended."<br/><br/>Her brow furrows. It's been so long since she's had anyone to talk to...It's no wonder she's thinking aloud.<br/><br/>"Tell me...What news do you bring?" the soft grass rustles underfoot, as she paces forward towards the satyrs - Her inviting smile lingering. "When morning comes, I might have to depart this place, to deal with the threat in the East. I would know all you can tell me, before that time comes."<br/><br/>War is never good. When war comes, men - and monsters - burn trees for lumber and fuel. She has the beginnings of a plan to save her wood, but will it be enough? She can't know...Not until she's grasped the full scope of things!