<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1 Maya, Mei, Sparrow, Anahita, Alex<br/><br/>The group continues onwards, leaving a clearing full of bound satyrs to enjoy the abuse of their trapmaster. The ravine decorated with satyr iconography and carvings narrows, though remains wide enough that two can walk abreast on both sides of the little rapid running in the middle. Mei takes the lead, staying some distance ahead and keeping eyes peeled for any sign of more fluffy butts.<br/><br/>The path curves for upward for a little climb before once more opening up and widening to another valley. It’s hard to see down there with all the foliage. Mei has to rustle her head through a wall of bushes. She finds the village on the other side. All thoughts of a restful night at the satyr village are quenched.<br/><br/>Wooden shacks of queerly colored canvases and tapestries rises on both sides, clinging to the sides of the cliff. It’s not just a village of fifteen satyr. Mei counts one, two, three, four…  ten, twenty, thirty… Mei counts many buildings - many huts and tipis. In the very middle of them rises a huge obsidian monolith, reaching far above the tops of the huts and tents. Shadows of the young night paint its surface ominous. All features of the enormous woman it represents are twisted to a look touch more sinister. Torches burn hot on guard towers of the wooden palisade wall that separates the village from rest of the Anus, cutting shut the path forward. The little river snakes through a hole made specifically for it. The roads beside it converge with a wooden log bridge and lead to a guarded gate.<br/><br/>On the gate are two satyrs, a tall man, and a woman. The man looks straight at Mei’s bush. “Hey, something’s there,” he grunts, letting go of the woman’s breasts and ass. She seems more curious and eager than disappointed. “Maybe it’s an adventurer?” She suggest. “Mmmm… Adventurer.” They dash uphill to check what rustles the bush!<br/><br/>Mei stumbles backwards, instinctively drawing her head from view. Did they notice her? Perhaps not. The man remarks that it might be just the wind. However, wind or not, they are coming to check it out! Blissfully unaware, Mei’s party still marches on upward with a healthy chatter on their lips as only few moments separate them from being spotted and announced to the satyr village.<br/><br/><strong>The guards of satyr village are coming to check out a strange noise. Walls of the canyon rise steep on both sides with some little few meters of thick foliage on sides of the path. You can’t run from them that’s for sure. The village is close enough that they’ll be sure to shout for help if they find you. What do you do?</strong>