The beast was quick, his hooves nimble and true. He saw the oncoming dwarf and flitted away from his blow before the stumpy man was even close. The satyr seemed to find amusement in this, ever eager to show off in front of the wood nymphs.

The bold creature grabbed a blanket and waved it around in front of himself, imitating a bull fighter. He laughed and gave a few more notes on his pipes before dodging the next inevitable attack. His speed was impressive if nothing else.

The satyr leaped onto the top of a cart and danced mockingly, his hooves clacking on the wood. The beast seemed to be enjoying himself. But as he danced, he slipped up by playing a faster tune on his pipes. Those around him began to wake without his notice.