"Looking around, travelling, adventuring. What does it matter?"<br/><br/>She knew about Satyrs, and had no interest in them. Several of her 'sisters' had stories about them, barely above instinctive mating movements, even worse then Micheal, who she could coax to do different things with minimum fuss. And while their stories about their endowments and endurance were promising, she didn't need another blind male. She had enough already, and wasn't interested unless he somehow impressed her.