As soon as Argentum left, Dionysios would step out of his own alcove.  The satyr was a particulary handsome member of his species, a few gold rings dangled from his ears, a long and entwined grapevine was tattooed all along the side of his body.  Strung to his back was a large axe with more grape vines engraved into it.<br/><br/>Dionysios snorted in the direction of Argentum as he made his way straight to the bar.  "Well isn't he just a big cuddly toy.  You just want to reach out and give him a good shine." He muttered sarcastically as he clomped over to the bar.  "Wine." He asked the bartender then turned back to the others.<br/><br/>He leaned against the bar letting anyone get an eyeful of him.  His life was in the forest, modesty and manners were for his more civilized half.  Not him.  "So what are we doing tonight?  And please say it's something somewhat interested."