The Dryads reappeared, two centaurs between them who evidently were angry at being captured but unwilling to try fighting three Dryads and the group of Sentinels.
"You dare invade the lands of Breivik?" one of the centaurs growled. "We could have you surrounded long before any reinforcements could arrive from Sylvan."
"We had no choice but to enter his lands," Sangar replied. "We seek passage to Venn the forest-weaver, we cannot reach his mountain without passing through your territory."
"What could you possibly want with the dragon?" the centaur asked, the anger dissipating slightly to be replaced by a note of curiosity in his voice.
"The Magyar Council has been called," Sangar replied. "But to reach Dragonblight we require a dragon to fly us there. There is a place at the council for your kind if you wish, you fought alongside the dragons in ages past, and I'm sure the Prince of Sylvan would fight alongside you with a sense of pride."
It suddenly became obvious that Sangar was no longer speaking to the centaurs in front of them, but had fixed his eyes on the same ridge the arrows had come from, where a pair of bright red eyes were just visible between the trees,
"So be it," a voice called out from the ridge. "You can pass through our lands. Tell your prince we will meet him at the rendezvous point". Sangar bowed, the centaurs who had now been released by the Dryads quickly vanishing back into the treeline.
"I could sense Breivik was there," Sangar said as he saw the surprise on the other's face. "He was evidently curious why we were here, otherwise we'd have been dead before we could get more than three words out of our mouths."