Marlene shakes her head. She's already a thrall - she has no intention of downgrading her fortune to dead.

"I don't trust spirits, woodland or otherwise."

With that declination, you slink back to your thralls and give the chattering dryads a wide berth; then spend much of this next day following the scattered beast sign up the lower slope of the mountain.

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Give me a perception check. +20, because of assistance from your thralls. Feel free to just roll it in the OOC, and I'll set up a scene depending on the outcome.