I handed over the trolls to the Dryad, and she seamlessly melded back into her tree form. With a swift command, her roots surged forth, ensnaring the trolls and dragging them down into the earth, right to the heart of her roots. There, she wasted no time in feasting on them. Fortunately for her, in her tree state, she lacked a tongue, sparing her the horror of tasting just how revolting the trolls truly were.
She revealed to me that the other two dryads were her daughters when they all came together for a heartfelt embrace. The trolls had kept her girls close, hoping to manipulate her into producing an abundance of fruit in exchange for their safety and the promise of feeding her with powerful mana from the elves. Yet, despite having her daughters as leverage, the trolls were uneasy, aware of her immense power. To keep her in check, they secured a suppression chain around the base of her tree.
