"Hello there, sweetheart," comes a rough, playful voice from somewhere behind you. There's a distinct clip-clop sound in the air, and you whirl to see-- A satyr. As in, from Greek myths. You rub your eyes and blink, wondering if he's going to disappear. He doesn't. In fact, he steps closer. The satyr wears a wide grin, his hazel eyes twinkling with some sort of mischief. "Got somethin' in your eye, angel?"