Translations:Codex: Satyr Slave/5/en

Embarrassed and a little hurt at his accusation, you draw closer to him until you’re standing close enough to see what the foul-mouthed creature is. He’s a satyr, a muscular man covered in tufts of shaggy fur whose legs end in hooves. As you approach, you note with some dismay that he smells awful. As a druid you’re well-versed with the outdoors, but there’s some value to be had in bathing. Even the wildest wolf will groom itself or swim in a river.