Icarus's mental facilities slowly returned to him as he watched the satyr dance from the dwarfs blows and soon after his body felt freed from its previous burden of drowsiness.  Icarus realized that the satyr had been the one lulling them to sleep and must have been up to the typical tricks that were related with his kind.  Being able to now fully focus on the scene, Icarus took in the full scope of the characters he viewed before him, especially that of the dwarf; of whom he noted some form of respect for his ability to withstand the tune that had put so many of their fellow companions under its enchanting spell.  Something in the back of his brain nipped at him as if he was forgetting something as he glanced at the dwarf who was now wrenching his axe free from the ground and spitting threats at the satyr, and then his eyes fell onto the crest upon his armor and he quickly reached for one of his books in his pouch.  
	Pulling out a tomb of dwarven history and lore, having temporarily forgotten the almost comical scene enveloping before him in the fervor of his search, and found therein the exact crest in a chapter for dwarven royalty.  He stood still. Icarus was raised in a simple mining town on the outskirts of the dwarven kingdoms that had little care for politics and the likes, and he himself had never given any of it much thought, but still there was something exciting about being in the presence of royalty, especially one who Icarus could gather much of his peoples history from. And who knows.. maybe upon gaining the favor of a prince as a companion he could help shake off some of the negative perceptions of his art.. He quickly realized the foolishness of his thinking, the man was a prince after all, probably not the type to take much in the way of company from the simpler folks and furthermore companionship was not something to be used as a from of personal gain for oneself.  
	With a thump and a short grunt, Icarus nodded his head as if to agree with his inner monologue advocating against the path of using his relationships for material rewards.  Then with a start Icarus realized he had become oblivious to the entire event surrounding him between the prince and the satyr! He was always slightly amazed at how quickly he could forget and drop everything over a hunt for some strange piece of arcane knowledge somewhere in his books and quickly spun around looking for where the pair had gone off to. The satyr obviously had still been eluding the dwarf and was no jumping down from the cart to greet a new traveler, in shining mail, who had wandered into the camp.  He also noticed the dwarven prince had calmed down enough to cease swinging his axe at the satyr.  Icarus at first was not sure what he should do about the two outsiders in the camp.. and after about a moments reflection shrugged his shoulders and wandered over to go join in the conversation silently wondering what other surprises the rest of this day had in store for him.