Myriana starts hissing and tosses her head back and forth, still floating a few feet above the murky waters. She does seem to heed your words, and eventually she calms down a bit, "They killed and mutilated my dryads....they took my Lamatar.....Find them....kill them - cleanse this land of their foul presence...... And bring back my Lamatar to me! If he is dead, I need his remains....or a part of it. Go, now! Return my beloved to me! Return my commander to my heart, or I shall find him with my vines and my dark trees will eat the land and churn your people to bone and misery. Return Lamatar to my embrace!" She seems to be very adamant about that last part - and she doesn't appear to one, who takes no for an answer...