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Hearing Duska's description of the monster, Fergus reaches over and grabs his spear, at her mention of fire his hands grasp the spear tighter as flames begin to flicker up and down the shaft rolling of the tip. That is all well Cuddles, but I am ready to bring the fires of Lugh Lamhfada to bear against such a dreadful foe. Calming down the flames slowly recede as his grasp on his weapon relaxes.
The dryad nods keenly and seems to take Ra'hl's silence in this moment as a verification of his will to succeed. The tree lies on a path towards my grove mere days away at its slow gait. I suspect for you that are fleet of foot and guided by those that are touched you can be to its location well within a single arc of the sun.
The dryad's eyes seem now to linger on Duska thoughtfully only to then flit about and rest once more on Ra'hl. She rises and gestures to the south. A path will guide you to the boundary of my power and from there I trust you will find your way...
Snapping to his senses, Ra'hl gives a reverent bow, "It would be an honor to aid you, your grace."
Glancing about the others, Ra'hl will motion for Duska to lead on, and will follow just after her.
Duška bows in response to the dryad's words. She then gathers a fallen leaf from the glade floor and entwines it into her hair.
The lithe ranger then looks to her companions, a harder look shifting across the woman's delicate features;
"Now we hunt yes?"
Taking the lead offered from Ra'hl she nods and bows then to her King and begins moving at pace in the southerly direction presented by Tiressa.