Alright, fine, thought the dryad. So my magic doesn't work on this guy. Does it not work on anybody? Let's give it another shot.
Doomvak was puzzled. Why wasn't his magic working? And why was he growing breasts? And why was he not filled with rage and hate? And why was his skin changing to pale green? And why did he suddenly feel an affinity for trees of all things? I mean, trees? And what had happened to his wings? And why did he hate fire all of a sudden? And why did he not have a penis anymore?
"Oooooh" said the newest dryad. "I've been such a bad girl!"
Still got it, thought the original dryad.
That was weird, thought the hero. "Oh well, saved me some trouble."
I'm actually a little outnumbered here, thought the dragonness.
Maybe we're not helpless, thought the villagers.