Meliya took a few hasty steps backwards as the Satyr approached, her hand flying to the hilt of the dagger strapped at her belt. Eyeing him distrustfully, the Elf mage cocked her head to the side as she tried to determine whether this was another trick of his or whether he truly meant to spare them the trouble of a fight.
"How do we know we can trust you?" she demanded, the words slow to leave her mouth since she chose them carefully to avoid provoking the Satyr into potential aggression.

"You could just be leading us further astray. Isn't that what Satyrs do to travellers?" she ventured, remembering the stories she had heard from the veterans back when she was still training, and the warnings that had been given to her by her father before she had left on her journey.