The desperation in Trike’s voice couldn’t be hidden as he asked that question.

Bianca sounded smug as she answered him.

“The secret is Dryad right there.”

“This piece of wood, Miss Bianca?”

“When they reach yer state, all the Elves make their bows out of this.”

“Do you mean that if we make a bow out of this, I can exude Aura from a bow?”

Bianca nodded at Trike’s question.

“Most likely.”

“What do you mean most likely? It either works or doesn’t… guh!”

Smack!

Bianca hit Trike with her wand again. She clicked her tongue. 

“Elves are able to talk to trees from birth. So even when they are using a Dryad, they’re continuously talking to it. ‘I’ll give yah my life force, so cooperate with me.’ That’s how they coax the Dryads.”

“Then do you mean that people who don’t have that ability can’t use it, Miss Bianca?”

“No. A Dryad will suck the life force out of anything, it doesn’t care whether it’s human or animal. But, unlike with Elves, Dryads don’t cooperate. It’ll most likely see ya as prey and try to suck down to yer bone marrows.”

She spoke of such viscousness calmly. 

“Then, won’t...