The Dryads, understandably, knew nothing of the power Morne had tapped into.
"I have never heard of this kind of ability," Adrelhena said. "It matches none of the magic we've come to know."
Morne just nodded. He had thought as much.
"But regardless, you have won us a great victory against the goblins. Five of their horrid mutants lay dead, and a sixth is now under our control, albeit for a limited amount of time, according to your words."
Morne had gone along with his original plan of telling the Dryads that he could dominate beasts that he had broken the will of, resulting in it losing all form of thought and pain and becoming a vessel for his will.
They had reacted with clear unease, but acknowledged that it was, on many levels, somewhat similar to what the Dryads did with plants, and so were able to swallow the worst of their revulsion.
"If you can call a loss of over half of the men we sent a 'victory,'" said the Dryad with the braids.
