The two Satyrs from earlier were back, wielding menacing clubs and letting their long furry schlongs wave and jiggle in the wind.  They came thundering out of the woods from the far side of the road on their goat hooves.<br/><br/>There was a commotion and something heavy shattering coming from the direction of the manor, but Delia could neither see that nor spare the time to think of it.<br/><br/>They approach, strafing to either side, sizing her up.  They seem ready to attack at any moment...<br/><br/><em>Diplomacy to bluff them into running away, or spring the attack and gain some meager advantage for initiating the fight.</em>