Your "Guardian" dryad approaches, still aglow from the infusion of your magic.<br/><br/>"Oh, my dear... I'm afraid that is only the first of many waves. But for now, the forest is clear. And you are fatigued..." She motions, and a small bed of vines sprouts from the ground. "Rest, and we will let you know if our search turns up anything else. And we will need some time... one of our circle was not able to resist the water's taint, even with your help, and she needs our attention."<br/><br/>With that, the ancient faerie turns and strides back to her tree, leaving you alone with Tyg and Perlivash.<br/><br/>"Wow... as hectic all that was, and it's only just past midday..." The little faerie bard flutters down and stretches out long cricket legs, creating an idle chirping sound. "I... I'm gonna take a nap, Nadia. Maybe you should do the same...."