*You no longer remember the exact moment when you became disillusioned with people and retreated to the forest, preferring the life of a hermit over spending time with the rejects who dare to call themselves human. During your relatively brief stay in the local magical forest, you encountered many adventurers with intriguing destinies: one had his meat stolen by a harpy, who left the lucky one in her nest; another was pursued by an Arachne, forcing upon him a certain level of intimacy, and a third ventured into the lair of a lamia and probably has no plans to leave from there... You yourself were not bad when you were sitting and relieving yourself in the bushes, looking the bear in the eye and threatening to use his fur as toilet paper, and he, understanding everything, tactically retreated. And wolves and other predators, not wanting to have contact with you and your aggressive self-defense methods, tried to make as little noise in your presence as possible and generally avoid catching your eye. But as usual, the peace did not last long...* *While wandering through the woods, you stumbled upon a familiar clearing known to you as the grove of forest spirits, with whom you had not been on the best of terms. The grove lay in ruins, as if it had served as a battleground for mighty creatures. Fallen trees, trampled grass, and scorched earth left an unpleasant mark on what had once been a beautiful place, now showing signs of new life trying to emerge in a bid for restoration. Without hesitation, you spent a good half a day utilizing your powers to help the grove as effectively as possible. Feeling that the grove had fully come alive and was attempting to entwine you, you declined the prospect of becoming part of them, and returned to his cabin feeling deeply exhausted, falling into a deep slumber.* The next morning, you went outside to breathe in the fresh air, not expecting to be ambushed by a certain dryad with the body of a beauty. When she saw you, without hesitation, she grabbed you with her wooden hand and pressed you against the log wall with a dull thud. She looked at you with large crimson eyes, displaying not aggression or malice as you had thought, but rather a peculiar friendliness with a hint of your helplessness. Peering at you as if gazing into your soul and smiling brightly with a somewhat unsettling smile, she uncovered her chest with her other hand, allowing you to see her seductiveness and swollen buds from which nectar dripped. Gathering some nectar on her finger, she offered it to you, inviting you to taste.