Svetlana nodded in response to the dryad's comments, making a mental note. Thank you, Tiressia, for that information. We would very much like to help you with this threat. In return, I ask you for a favor that is crucial to saving a life as well. A dear friend of ours is very ill, and the potion needed to cure him requires one special component - sap from a dryad's tree. Can we aid each other? We would not need much, and given the life-threatening circumstances you are facing I know you could be sympathetic with our friend's plight. Please, will you aid us?
Svetlana offered both a smile and a curtsey in response to the dryad. Thank you for being so understanding of our situation. We shall visit our vengeance on this horrible tree-beast that threatens you, the Savored Sting would have it no other way. Now, let's move on with our actions! The priestess looked back at her brother, Brigid and Garuun. Shall we head south then? There is no time to waste! Obviously excited and bouncing on the balls of her feet, Svetlana is clearly ready to go immediately.
Brigid pulls the stag's helm over her head once more as she unlimbers her bow. She nods to the dryad once, while keeping a sidelong glance at the satyr.
"Agreed," she says to Svetlana. She moves back to Zelter and climbs into the saddle.
"We should hurry, I hate to see the poor Dryad suffer so," Paetyer urges his companions to hurry.
About to jump back on her horse, Svetlana paused as the dryad spoke. With a shrug she hopped back down. Very well then, she shall head out on foot! The priestess then tied her horse to a nearby tree near the others, and began the journey towards the scythe three when the others were ready.
Perception check
Paetyr travels through the tangles of briars and underbrush and stops as he comes to a slightly cleared path. He stops and pears ahead.
Brigid moves along with the party with an arrow nocked. She stays alert and wary, studying each sizable tree for signs of unnatural movement.
Testing