Not all Dryads are protectors of nature. As Life becomes Death, the forest's growth must also come to rot. The blighted ones are those who see to the balance of life and death. Evil by nature they kill and defile. They do not hold a distinction between forest and creature. If it lives it must die, this is their philosophy. They constantly battle the good dryads and other fey in the forest. The creature beside her is a rottling. It is made of dead plant matter and smells of the foul odor of roting vegitation. It is the dryad's servant.