As he looked at the changeling present he worried that he was outmatched and outgunned with the troll able to stand he rose his staff and readied himself. "By the high king will someone go to get reinforcements!" Growled the Satyr considering his bag of tricks glumly with Ashu he stood a mild chance but to fight off three or hopefully someone had a bad ass set of skills and he just couldn't see it... Even his armor was still tucked away in a bag... "This is gonna be bad." He muttered.