That night, the group began their night rest.
Bryan suggested resting early while leading the way today, saying it was because the newly found human child was too troublesome and had drained her of much energy beyond her plans.
Lann listened and curled his lips, thinking to himself, it was Geralt who carried the child, I was the one talking to her, what effort are you even putting in?
But he also knew that Bryan wasn't tired; she just wanted to hear more of these stories that couldn't be heard in the forest.
Bryan was a girl transformed from a human into a dryad. Unlike the native dryads, she still retained some impression of the outside world.
And beyond that last bit of impression, until the day she died, this primordial forest would be her entire life.
Until the iron hooves of humans charged into the woods, flames devoured her body, swords pierced her heart and soul. Screaming, she fell among the ferns, dying for a war to seize the forest... It was only a matter of time.
