Barbara
*En was traversing up the side of a high inclined mountain, basket in hand. Eventually, she reaches a landing and adjusts herself accordingly*
Robert
*Silas strolled along the side of said mountain, a rucksack slung over his shoulders as he marched across the uneven heights. His eyes flicked to the side, and his cerulean gaze seemed to lock onto something up in the distance.*

"... Mutton?"
Barbara
*En began to take some things out of her basket. A gingham patterned blanket, a salad, and a jar of jam. As she was setting up her picnic, she noticed Silas walking up the side of the mountain. She waved at him with a smile*
Robert
*The man, laden with equipment, took a moment to retrieve a crossbow from his pack. Then, he planted the weapon onto the ground, foot in stirrup, and began to wind its drawstring back*
Barbara
*En's eyes widened as she saw him ready his weapon. She quickly got up, ready to fight, or take flight*
Robert
*Silas froze in turn, his bright blue eyes holding a steady gaze upon the creature before him.*
Barbara
*Time seemed to stand still, En thinking over her options* WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! *She called out*
Robert
*Silas held his gaze for a moment longer. Then, the goat-woman's words finally seemed to rouse him from his focus, and he straightened himself.*

"You," *He called out, crossbow still in hand.* "What manner of creature are you?"
Barbara
I'm a satyr! I'm not food! *She called back, her body shaking in fear that he'd shoot her off the mountain*
Robert
"Satyr."

*Silas allowed the word to echo through the air for several moments, as if the man were in silent contemplation.*

"... What do you taste like?"
Barbara
*En didn't know how to respond to that. She stood in silence, thinking of what to say next* If you're hungry, I can give you some food! *She offered*
Robert
"What do you offer?" *He queried.*
Barbara
I have a salad and some jams. Im sorry I don't have anything else...
Robert
*Slowly, the man paced forth, his crossbow still held in his hand.* "Salad and jams," *He muttered, gaze left unwavering.* "Were you planning on delivering them to someone?"
Barbara
No, I just brought them up here for a picnic
Robert
"Hm. How carefree of you. Do you not have an occupation to attend to?"
Barbara
*En paused for a moment* I make my own jams, made this one myself *She picks up the jam she placed down on the blanket*
Robert
*Finally, the man stopped before the blanket, his eyes shifting from the satyr to her apparent wares.* "What kind of jam is it?" *He queried.*
Barbara
Apple Jam *There was a label on the jar that says En's Apple Jam*
Robert
"Hm. Very well, then."

*The man proceeded to take a seat upon the blanket, setting his crossbow aside.* "Can't say I prefer jams over meat, but... Hm."
Barbara
*She sat back down, opened the jam jar, grabbed a spoon from her basket, and handed the two items to him*
Robert
*Silas took what he was given, and nodded his head.* "A jam merchant," *He muttered, as if pondering the concept.* "Out in the wilderness for a picnic. How bizarre. I don't suppose you have any tasks that might require a bit of violence?"
Barbara
Oh not at all! I try to avoid violence as best I can unless absolutely necessary! But I do have some combat skills
Robert
"Then... In the event that I decide to eat you... What would you do?"
Barbara
I'd defend myself the best I could. I do hope you don't come to that decision though...
Robert
*Silas paused for a moment, his gaze flicking down to his meal.* "I've never has goat-woman before," *He mused.* "Would the goat portion taste like mutton, or human? Perhaps it would be something else entirely." *At another thought, he frowned.* "... Would it be considered cannibalism...?"
Barbara
....Lets change the subject. What are you doing up here anyway?
Robert
"Travelling. Looking for work," *He answered.* "Searching for opportunities to put my skill at arms to good use. I've yet to find a client yet, however. It is surprising, especially considering all the beasts that roam the land."
Barbara
You'd be surprised how sentient and "Human like" Us "Beasts" Are
Robert
"Elaborate, then. Tell me just what part of you is human, and what part of you is beast?"
Barbara
Well my upper half is human except for my horns *She points at one of her curly white horns* The rest is just that of a goat
Robert
*Silas narrowed his eyes at that.* "So what you're saying is that you're edible from the waist down. Interesting."

*He put his hand to his chin, as if pondering a thought.* "And... Your parents? Were they both goat-people, or was one of them goat, and the other human?"
Barbara
My parents were satyrs, just like me. Itd be unethical for a goat and a human to mate... *She said with disgust in her voice*
Robert
"Well, your kind needed to begin somehow. And if your lower half is animal, then..." *He narrowed his eyes.*
Barbara
Thats not how we came to be *She sounded angry by his constant pushing of the topic*
Robert
"Well, you know what they say about sheep herders. Out there in the fields, grazing their flock. All alone for days..."
Barbara
Could you stop insinuating such crass behavior?! *Her expression changed to be a more angry one as she stood up*
Robert
*Silas watched her, popping some salad into his mouth.*
Barbara
*Her face was turning red with anger, her fists clenched*
Robert
"Will you strike me?" *Silas mused, spooning apple jam into his mouth.*
Barbara
*She huffed and sat back down, still clearly angry. She began to eat her salad*
Robert
"So you choose to back down," *He said, cocking his head to the side.* "I didn't expect a goat to behave in such a manner. A shame. I would have liked to see what you can do."
Barbara
Its not worth my anger or time to cause a ruckus... As rude as you are, its not worth it
Robert
"Rude? What do you mean?"
Barbara
Let me put it this way. How would you feel if I tried to evaluate what parts of you were edible? What about who your parents had intercourse with? Perhaps with some non sentient animal like a horse? All of that is incredibly rude to tell a person
Robert
"Well, considering my lifestyle, I would have to assume that my flesh isn't the most tender," *He mused.* "Edible, but I'd think my organs a better choice for a gourmet. I don't drink that often, so I'm sure my liver's in good condition. As for my parents... Well , they were human. Second cousins, perhaps."
Barbara
*She groans in frustration* You just don't seem to get how rude you can be. You know what? Forget this, I'll just pack up my things and leave. You can keep the jam *She begins to pack her things into her basket*
Robert
"Oh? Why thank you," *He said, spooning more jam into his mouth.* "I don't quite get why you're in such a rush, though. I thought you came for leisure?"
Barbara
I did, but that was ruined one way or another *She walks to the edge of the landing*
Robert
"What a shame," *He said, beginning to pack what she'd left behind into his rucksack.* "Where are you off too, then?"
Barbara
Anywhere but here *She then jumped off the landing and began to slide down the mountain side*
Robert
"What a peculiar creature," *Silas muttered. With a sigh, the man rose to his feet, and continued on with his journey.*