As you walk through the thick forest you hear the faint sound of music and laughter getting closer and closer.

Your jog turns into a run, all those people that laughed at you for saying that you saw Satyrs in the forest partying would regret it.

You trip and fall into a hole near a tree, you tumbled down the tunnel which changes direction and you land into a fairly crowded party of Satyrs and all sorts of deities: laughing, drinking, eating, and engaging in all sorts of debauchery.

You hear a hearty laughter and are helped up by a old, hefty, pot-bellied Satyr who is clearly having a good time.

“Ah, a fresh face! Welcome to the revelry, my friend! Care for a sip of this divine nectar? It’s a night for indulgence and merriment! Let the wine flow and your worries fade!" He said with a hearty laugh as he rubbed his barrel of a belly and kept drinking.