"Good! We Satyr have little tolerance for those who do not wish to revel the night away with us." He frowns a little upon hearing her words, gazing to the entrance-way, where his fellow brethren are drinking or socializing. Slackers. They only have one job to do! He sighs, offering one hand to Hazel politely.

"Allow me. We can provide you with a mask for tonight, free of charge." If allowed, he'll lead Hazel to a spare table near one side of the Pantheon, where an assortment of masks lie in wait. Hopefully she'll find one to her liking, without him needing to prod her to take one."My brothers are slacking off as usual. They should have given you one upon entering the festival grounds."