The dryad thinks for a moment, and her hair seems to cling against the trunk of the tree again. You feel a shifting beneath you... and a root pops up out of the ground, curling up to hang a small silver band in front of your eyes. The root is wrapped tight around the ring, so it doesn't seem like you can take it just yet.<br/><br/>"I have little enough use for the ring, true... but what favor would you offer me in exchange?" Her eyes jump briefly down to your hand under hers, then back up. "Or should I request a favor from you in exchange? I am unsure if these pacts are the same as those of the guest-right, or are they different?"<br/><br/>As she looks in your eyes, a faint flicker of amusement seems to sparkle across the dryad's features.<br/><br/>"Do all humans avidly seek to work as a means to pass the time?"