Dora sniffs at the ground near the inn.  Her quarry has arrived, and she smiles to herself in satisfaction, before moving back to the forest's edge on the path just outside the town, knowing the newly formed group will pass by soon.<br/><br/>And so, on their way together, just after leaving sight of the town, they hear a soft voice say.  "You seek the green dragon's defeat, yes?  Then you have two more allies.  Rodger and myself, for the creature is a drain on the natural order."<br/><br/>It takes a moment to for the group to spot the speaker, for even not hiding, her brown, barklike skin and green leafy hair blend in with the surrounding woods.  It takes another moment for them to realize that it is a Dryad speaking.  Behind her, a huge feline shadow paces slowly.<br/><br/>The Dryad is clad in nought but her bark-like skin, save only a lovely mythral choker in the pattern of linked silver leaves.