Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

Sriracha would have liked for the Goliath to leave entirely, but he wasn't in the place to make demands. The tension in the air was nearly palpable, and he imagined the conversation between him and the commander as a thin thread. He could not pull hard, else it would snap from the tension. 

He relaxed a little when she asked which woods, unaware that there was a wrong answer to the question. I wouldn't know it's name, if it's got one. But it's a grove of trees with way more ferns than is necessary. It was a bit of a hike, I don't think it's too close. Sriracha felt the need to reiterate their distance. He'd come here to alert her and to seek peace, but he wouldn't give up the forest. He had promised Ocra and Xan that home, and his pride would not allow him to give it up. He could wheel and deal all day if he had to, but he wouldn't give up that ground.