The fist struck her hard in the stomach, causing her to buckle forward from the supernatural strength of the blow. Air thrust from her throat and lungs, she coughed loudly, now in close proximity with the Dryad. The smell was alluring and dizzying at the same time, easing her into a less defensive state.<br/><br/>"You have to let me go. I have to save the Grove."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>[ Parley attempt - Roll '6' + Cha (2) = 8 ]