No tricks, no traps...  Rose was able to relax.  It really was just a satyr and a few nymphs, it seemed, and not some final compatriots of either one of Astos' guests, or of the Drow himself, waiting to ambush them.  Approaching closer, she listened to the tale Randesh told about the golden stag who still owed him money, as well as the opinion of the two nymphs on the matter.  Apparently, the Satyr had managed to best the stag in... what, a footrace of some sort, going by the talk of Expeditious Retreat?  And now the stag was trying to walk out on his debt.<br/><br/>And the stag had been magically-awakened, at that, which at least helped the whole wager make a little more sense, once that fact came out.  Though, from that one nymph's comment about the other's habits...<br/><br/>...Stallions?  The shifter couldn't help but blush a little at the mental image that particular statement invoked.  Kneeling beneath some great beast...  Admittedly, with her heritage, perhaps she was somewhat predisposed towards the idea, but it didn't seem like such a bad hobby for a nymph to have...  Though of course she wouldn't bring it up in the current conversation.<br/><br/>"Ah, I see."  She responded, nodding towards the satyr.  "We'll certainly be sure to pass on your message if we spot your golden buck hereabouts, then.  As it is, though, my companions and I still some travelling to do, so good day to the three of you.  Good luck finding the stag and getting your money back, though!"<br/><br/>And with that, she made her way along the path, hoping to pass by and once again get underway.