Quit early.

Gregg let out a sigh. "I can't work like this. I'll go grab pants and come back." He thought for a second.

"If I leave my stuff here, I can save some time by cutting through the trees. That will help make up for my lost time." He smiled, setting his axe down and heading into the woods. Directly in the direction of Aralia!

The dryad moved out of the way, staying hidden but watching him. The man got very close to her. A couple feet away, that was it. She wanted to reach out to touch him. As she did, tree branches around her began to grow slightly. The branches were thorned, grabbing and tearing at Gregg's shirt. He continued walking, his shirt quickly being torn apart and falling off of his body. Gregg was left in just his undergarb and boots.