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- The dryad pouts. "No, no and no! I won't be with him, and that's that. I'm tired and I want to be left alone.
- "Ahem… O fey! Thou art too cruel to the woeful creature, so conquered by thine beauty! His heart is bleeding.
- The dryad is standing half-turned to you, hugging her shoulders with her arms. At the end of your speech, she