<strong>La'Cael'Rah, tagging Erato<br/></strong><br/>"Well, their are many. Satyrs, who love to drink, and dance, and fornicate. I think you would like them!" He starts off, suddenly swinging into a rather joyous mood, which seems to trump up his excited answering. "And then, their are the Cu Sidhe, the dogs of the Fae realm, but they're about the size of bulls, which is why you should never upset them. When people die, they snatch away the soul, and take it to where it ought to go."<br/><br/>"Oh, and speaking of bulls, their was a rather odd Satyr down here! He was really big for a Satyr. Also, he looked more like a bull than a goat, so... uhm.. Maybe it's not a Satyr?" This question, however, seemed to be posed not to Erato, but to himself. Thankfully, for Erato, he becomes calm, as he apparently becomes too busy contemplating this to remember that she wanted him to whine all the time; not that that was what she said, but, that is what he heard.<br/><br/>He was also continuing to lead them closer and closer to the Queen's location, without it even really occurring to him.