"The Scythe-Tree is no more."
- "Wait! There's someone here! Show yourself!" Approaching, you notice a fey couple — a satyr and a dryad who wa
- The satyr plays the reed pipe, and the dryad, laughing, accompanies him by clapping her hands. As they see you
- The satyr gives you a broad smile and nods respectfully. "How about that — the day brings not just a visitor,
- "We thank you! Here is your reward." Tiressia hands you a small chest.
- "You'll find it south of here, in a large glade. Good luck! We'll wait for you here!"
- Both satyr and dryad look at you warily, whispering to each other.
- "So, that's what happened… the hatred must have been great to turn her into a monster! I fear to imagine what
- "I'll always share with Melianse! Here, take them!"
- The dryad weeps softly, her head on the satyr's shoulder as he strokes her hair. He turns at your approach. "S
- White as a sheet, the satyr hides his reed pipe and steps away from you — just in case.
- "I managed so far!" He grins widely.
- "If she still lives, she's certainly forgotten all about us. Her poor father missed her so much, the grief nev
- "Humans fled — or were killed. Same with fey. Our kingdom fell in a heartbeat. I couldn't leave my tree, so I
- Regongar nods. He watches the fey closely with his hand on his weapon.
- "You have our gratitude! We won't forget your kindness!"
- "All right, all right... I'm just saying!"
- "Right!"He laughs. "Now we'll live in peace and quiet till we're old and grey!"
- After several moments of rummaging inside of her tree, the dryad brings forth a roll of parchment. "Here. Plea
- "It's an ambush, I'm telling you. I'll chop these assholes' limbs right off..." The half-orc reaches for his w
- "We won't do that again! I promise!"
- "What happened to the village?"
- "Tiressia, your cousin Melianse sends her regards — and asks for five feather tokens."
- "Elga Verniex is back. She lives in a house outside the village."
- "A girl from the village married a dryad?"
- "What were you arguing about?"
- "Who are you?"
- [Attack] "The fey! That's the last thing we need — let's finish them!"
- [Leave] "I must take my leave. Farewell."
- "Callitropsia? I found a coin with her name on it. Look."
- "All right, so be it. I'll deal with this Scythe-Tree of yours."
- "The Scythe-Tree is no more."
- "What was that? You've cast some spell on me?!"
