Finally back out in the streets of Bluefield he placed his hands at his hips and shrugged at her first statement. "It has way of finding it's way back to me." Before too long he knew he wouldn't be able to pay for the promised establishment so he decided to call it a night. "You're right looks like it's so late everything but that crap hole is closed." Seeing as he had prevented her from seeing the poster he turned his back towards her and headed off into the night as his crimson coattails flowed in the breeze. He raised a single hand and flicked a wave over his shoulder. "Perhaps I'll see you around. I'll need to take a rain-check for our dancing date but I'll treat you next time." He said in his raspy voice as he walked faster and faster trying to put as much distance between himself and the Siren's lapdog.     

Watching the golden haired angel recoil intrigued Dante taking note of her reaction while he revealed minimal information about himself. "Oh that old thing? I've had it for as long as I can remember. Let's just say I'm in pest control and leave it at that. The bugs I deal with are oversized and noisy thus the sword's size." Having dodged the question the Devil Hunter was keen to reveal nothing about himself to this woman whom he was sure worked for the royal family. "The last thing I need is those parasites in Siren's Cenote learning of my existence, so let's play this one close to the vest."

When she raised part of her helm to reveal her lovely lips the hunter caught a glimpse of her dainty features specifically her golden lips; either she had access to some truly extravagant makeup or her lips were pillows of soft gold. Clearing his throat Dante finished his glass pouring out the rest of the bottle into his empty cup while keeping a close eye on his host. "She was looking at me like she knew me and she seems to be intent on learning more...she couldn't be...from the crown could she?" After scanning the bar the devil hunter's eyes shot open as at the far end of the bar was a wanted poster with his picture offering a five thousand gold reward; it was being offered by the ruling siren's for crimes against the royal family. The crimson coated man sprung into action in order to cover his tracks taking the Valkyrie's hand he pulled her towards the exit hoping she wouldn't glimpse the sight on way out. "A classy titled lady like yourself shouldn't be drinking here. Tell you what let's find an upscale joint to go dancing and I'll tell you everything you want."         

Name: Taimi

Nicknames/Alias: Little Tree or Sapling. Both are tied to her name, with the latter being what it actually means along with Young Tree.

Race: Dryad

Gender: Female

Age: She looks to be in her prime, however, being a forest spirit given form she doesn’t really age.

Height: 3’9” (~114 cm) at her withers and roughly 5’9” (~175 cm) if her upper body is counted in as well.

Appearance: Taimi is a strange beast. Dryads, being forest spirits at hearts, come in different incarnations and she is in the more noticeable group. She has the upper body of a female elvish creature but from the hips down she has the body of a Red Deer, making her something akin to a centaur. On a whole her body is elegant and graceful, not to mention built solid as an oak. Her upper half has light purple skin, fine grass green hair with flowers blooming from it, and warm orange eyes. Her lower body is a dark brown with white spots dotted around the flank.
In terms of clothing she doesn’t wear much. It mainly consists of a few vines growing up her arms and a pair of leaves to cover her upper body for modesty’s sake. Apart from that she remains naked.

Personality: Calm, caring and deadly. Those are the words that would best describe Taimi. She, like many other Dryads, is most often seen quietly wandering the eastern forests, quietly caring for the various flowers and trees. She is usually calm and caring when approached by strangers and willing to help them around or whatever else they need, provided they're respectful of the nature she so fiercely protects. If this isn't the case, she is anything but caring as she will violently lash out at the offenders, trying to either kill them by any means necessary and with fanatical dedication.

Residence: Amber Arklands, though she mainly wanders her homeland doing her duty.

Occupation: Forest tender and defender.

Skillset: At the very core of her being, Taimi is plant person. Her skill set mainly consists of caring for a wide variety of plants, knowing where they can be found and identifying them easily. Her knowledge also extends to knowing the effect of plants and she can whip some basic remedies together if need be.
Finally, should the need to defend the forest arise, she’ll make use of a spear to act as a cavalry soldier and fast moving skirmisher. Either that or she will lie in ambush… even if concealing herself is hard without a dense set of bushes given her unusual appearance.

Magic: Due to her tie to the forest, Taimi is able to call upon it and have it help in her hour of need, making her a very effective nature mage. Her magic is mainly used to heal dying or withered plants but can easily be applied to other living beings to heal wounds and other injuries. For a more combat oriented role, she can cause plants to grow out of control and fight on her behalf. This mainly consists of vines to constrict or snare her enemy or thorny vines that lashes out at the enemy like whips. In addition, she can fire bolts of nature energy at their enemy from a range.

Bio: Taimi doesn't remember how she came to be. Most dryads are born of the earth and forest and she assumes she was as well. This means that her only real answer is that she is a child of nature. But even then she could still lead you to the general area she recalls having been at from a very young age. Her childhood however, she remembers and very fondly at that. She lived without a real care in the world. She tended to plants along with her sisters and practiced her abilities for when she would need to be a defender of the forest herself. She quickly took to the role and did everything to excel at it, leading to her fighting with a fanatical dedication and without fear of death.
Now she dutifully patrols the wilds, keeping a sharp eye out for anything that might show signs of corruption or those who might want to do nature harm. The few times this has happened she has even managed to frighten some of her own sisters with her ferocity and brutality as she seems to delight in the cruel irony of killing defilers by letting nature having its own revenge, rather than acting on its behalf. That being said she doesn't mind doing that either.

Misc:
While the ride might be rough without a saddle, she has allowed others to ride on her back for convenience or in case of emergency. Although she isn't exactly prone to doing so if she doesn't trust the one asking.

Voice sample (Warcraft 3 Dryad): https://youtu.be/_GpjsaI4H04

Theme song (Star Wars Episode V - The Training of a Jedi Knight): https://youtu.be/WFp76DUzoAE

"Only the lucky ones." she replied to his first question, unphased by his glare, before pausing as Dante continued; admittingly a little stunned and caught off-guard by his reaction. A shrill laugh rattled from within the helmet, "By Odin's light you are a card!" she exclaimed before using both of her hands to liberate her sword from the bar and sheathed it in its rightful place on her back.

"Alright, I'll humor you one bottle of wine but not continuously all night." the Valkerie continued as she placed a gloved hand onto his shoulder and grasped firmly and nodded in appreciation towards to barkeep's slight bow, "And this 'blondie' has a name. You may address me as Lady Daybreaker. What of you, Swordsman? Your name?"

Despite leaving his own sword behind the devil hunter would soon be met very closely with another as the winged maiden quickly unsheathed her own from her back and slammed the blade deep into the wooden bar's surface. The cold, flat-side of the weapon a hair's breadth away from one of Dante's arms on the bar, "Someone like me? You sound so sure of yourself." she cooed, a slight reverb echoed from beneath the helmet like a bell. Another tile of her helmet looked towards where his weapon lay, "Do continue Swordsman, regale on about how well you know so much about I."