Meliya straightened herself as the effects of the sleep spell began to ease off and her senses returned to her. Swiftly stringing her bow and fitting an arrow into it, she took aim at the satyr, ready to let a spell loose towards him should the creature make any attempt to play another enchantment on that set of pipes he carried.
"How did you know it was a sleep enchantment?" the mage enquired curiously as her bright eyes flitted to focus on the Dwarven prince. It seemed strange to her that the dwarf would have such knowledge of magic when he did not study it himself.

Out of the corner of her eye she kept a slight watch on the satyr's movements, though it seemed pre-occupied with the arrival of this dragonborn. Perhaps he could convince the Satyr to leave the party be, and if not she knew Ialon would be circling nearby to give her any warning should the half-goat, half-man try to attack again.