The Satyr is well muscled, and frankly, huge. Bare chested, his shorts become more of a gladiator ‘skirt’. Naturally, in his fae guise, one can see his 9 inch horns as as black as the fur on his legs. He’s an intimidating looking fellow, and now if you look at his green eyes, there’s a touch of cunning there and wicked humor as well. Chimerical tattoos adorn his biceps, reading ‘Give’ on one ‘Me’ on the other, and ‘The Prize!’ drawn between his shoulder blades. He bows low, "Baroness. Forgive me. I'm not always good with noble flourishes. Nice to meet you"