The dryad sat curled in a high branch of her tree, with a pile of swords resting near the roots.
“Where did you get those?” A passing faerie asked.
“The knights gave them to me.”
“And what did you give them?”
“A quest, of course. What else?”
“A quest for what?”
“I had some ideas about establishing trade routes. I convinced them all to become merchants.”
“I like spicy food, and I haven’t been free to travel in centuries.”
“But who will defend the kingdom?”
“Don’t worry, the ladies will be arriving for sword practice in a few minutes.”