"That sounds like a rather sad little home, I would hate never to have variety," he chuckled at the way she tried to say the words 'satyr' and 'dryad'.<br/><br/>"Satyrs and dryads," he spoke clearly to allow her to hear the pronunciation, "are forest spirits of sorts. Satyrs are all male, they're agile, relatively strong, and very good with music. Dryads are all female, and are very in tune with nature and are able to use magic to speak to animals, manipulate plants, among other things. While the two usually breed with one another, having only one gender each, occasionally a child is born that has traits of both, we're considered quite gifted, but also an omen of bad luck."<br/><br/>"As for what I was doing, I'm a traveler, between 'homes' at the time. Coming here is really not so different from my usual life, except that there are creatures here that don't exist in my world..." He glanced around, some of the creatures here made him nervous.<br/><br/>"And at<em>the moment</em>I arrived, I was hunting... I also lost my prey and am suddenly very aware I haven't eaten yet..." He put a hand over his stomach, almost childishly. For such a strong, warrior-like being, he had strange mannerisms, and spoke and acted like a child at times.<br/><br/>He peered around for some food, "I surely can't 'rule' this place on an empty stomach..."<br/>