Tek could feel the tension rising at an alarming rate, though he had doubts of success with the dryads. Even on his own world they were an aloof and dangerous race.
“We do not seek to harm your home, we know of the importance of the tree and that you defend it fiercely. Truly there would be nothing better to guard it than the very spirits of the trees. We are sent by the Being in order to better ourselves and to learn our place.”
He did not have the silver tongue of his elders, but he hoped some praise mixed with the truth would aid this venture. The last thing he wanted was to see this beautiful place burned by the tor.
“We are at your mercy great one, but we do not want war with you.”