"It's... the music," she said, tapping a slightly discordant rhythm against her thigh, seemingly a counterpoint to the music. "It's... not affecting you?" she asked, biting her lip.<br/><br/>The satyr's eyes blinked open in surprise, as Devageua spoke - up to this point, his eyes had been closed. In fact, neither he, nor the dryad, seemed to have noticed anyone else's arrival. Interestingly, he kept playing for a few seconds, despite his surprise, before taking in the scene, and finishing up the notes of the song. As he finished playing, the trance seemed to slowly break, and both his companions, and the fey in the glade, began cheering for the performance.<br/><br/>"Ahh, my apologies," he said, struggling to sit up a bit against the dryad. "I was playing in celebration of the removal of the cursed monster, the first chance I've had to play in months, and... I suppose I got a little carried away. You'll forgive me if I don't rise, but I'm not sure I can actually walk all the way over there," he said, chuckling. If Devageua passes a DC 20 Perception or Heal check, he might notice that the damage the man took seems to have been worst in his legs.<br/><br/><br/>"A pleasure to meet you," the woman said. "I am Tiressia, and this is Falchos, my consort. It is, indeed, an auspicious day. Would you care to come celebrate with us, now that we seem to have, inadvertently, drawn some of the survivors, as well?"<br/>