Oliver's pulse quickened as he gazed at the humanoid figure with the lion's head standing before him. This was Leandor, and his presence here left Oliver bewildered. He thought, "What is Leandor doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be back at his tribe?"
A bead of sweat formed on Oliver's temple as a sense of unease washed over him. He pondered his predicament, realizing that he needed to find an escape route. His eyes darted behind Leandor, and the sight of dryad guards standing watch sent a shiver down his spine.
Inwardly, Oliver chuckled wryly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Seems there's no easy way out of this one." His demeanor shifted from confidence to cautious calculation as he contemplated his next steps. The pressure of the situation weighed heavily on him as he stood in the midst of an unforeseen encounter with Leandor and the dryad guards.