Why not? This also means a chance to get friendly with them.

"Hey there. Lost?" Asking the question from above is only met with them not noticing you and muttering to each other about whose to blame. Rolling your eyes and sighing internally, the next part of the process is throwing an acorn directly at the man's head. The curse word that follows are a good indication that it found it's target.

"What the fu-oh. A fairy. Are they even actively hostile here?" The guy sounds genuinely unsure of the reaction.

"That's just a Slyph. All they can do is heal themselves and they are annoyingly quick for their level. They can't even damage you so there's no point in killing it." The orc lady seems rather dismissive while the necromancer has something of a smile.

"But she's just gorgeous. It's hard to imagine that it's really an monster. I'm sorely tempted to try and maker her mine. I just have to have one." The woman seems fascinated though this doesn't seem like the time to be correcting her.

"You're floundering is somewhat fun to watch, I'll admit. But perhaps you would like me to help you out?" One hand under the chin and a teasing smile offered their way. The man and the mage woman seem to melt from it almost instantly.

"Why help us?" The orc seems to be the only one to give it some more thought though she doesn't look too **** about accepting it either.

"I'm in a good mood today. If you need a better reason, your shouting is rather disturbing to the nature here." While it might be a bit of a risk to fly down to ground level, it's one that seems like one too take. The aerial view is quick during the descent to the ground, long enough to let them catch a nice glimpse of some slender legs and upper thighs, though they seem to fail to notice the bulge inside the underwear.

"So, you know the way to this great spider boss then?" The orc is still doing most of the talking, referring to Spindal the Great Spider. The developers are real clever with names like that. Stupid name aside, that spider is of some importance. Lore wise, it produces the silk for the fairies of the woods. Slight history aside, it shouldn't be a big deal even if it dies. Worst case scenario, it just re-spawns while being a little bit cranky.

"I do. Though...as the orc says, I'm not going to be of any help if there's fighting to do." Pointing this out doesn't stop them from being too concerned.

"You can stay close to me. I'll protect you." The warrior man tries his best to be the suave knight in shining armor, sweeping damsels off their feet.

"You're still helping us with finding our way around. But I can help you too....." The necromancer steps towards you, causing you to habitually take a few steps backwards and touch the tree behind you. She proceeds to place one of her hands on the bark beside your head and curve to show her assets, up close in their full glory.

"How about I show you that my fingers are as magical as the rest of me?" Her sultry voice. Her standing this close and placing a soft hand along the thigh as it slips underneath the silk cloth. Partly hiking up you dress, with her fingers now sliding along the underwear, a bodily reaction does happen, which makes her eyes widen, as her hand feels the bulge under your dress.

Her hand doesn't come off the girlish erection, covered by lacy white underwear. She hasn't moved away and holds eye contact, partly frozen to where she is. Her fingers still touching it don't help it, as it twitches a bit from the close contact.