Baaaaaafuck off

       oh dear uncle Dionysus this guy’s from that place.  She’s only heard rumors from the teens around here to hear about how bad the Isle was. She was almost baffled by this situation.                        “ Again, Satyr. Say-Teer. “ Grunt. “ If you’re gonna stare, wanna touch my horns. “      Internally, she regrets saying it but he seems more shocked then likely to do anything stupid. 

          “ Satyr, but yes. Goat lady. “                                    “ But I prefer the name Aletto. “

      Hooves hit pavement somewhat loudly, and Aletto stretched her arms high above her head. Hands knit to scratch just behind her horns, picking at the base of them. Eyes close as she hits a spot, stopping as she leans against a wall, a horn scraping against the brick wall.

    --- FINGER GUNS STARTER CALL

              I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge!                                           I can get a sparrow with a bow and arrow!