<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Allie assumes that his failure to return the greeting must be some fault of hers, so she makes an internal note to observe greetings between townsfolk once she's gotten there... then she shakes her head with a look of careful consideration, "A trap?  Hmm... well, I suppose that, possibly, a satyr might go unseelie just as any fae might, then turn to such tactics.  But to my knowledge, they're typically content to provide for themselves, save one thing that requires..." at this, she bites her lower lip, trying to hide a playful grin, "... um... participants.  But, all considered... that creek you mentioned would be our best bet for lunch, and for me to become more presentable for the village."  She hesitates, then gestures at the melon.  "Please, lead on.  And help yourself, that fruit's best when fresh, I'm sure."  She smiles, her dirty skin somehow emphasizing her ridiculously doll-like beauty underneath it, just waiting to be uncovered.