"You are full of humor, but know I wasn't implying anything about your age." The satyr leads Harley towards the center of the festival, where a large bonfire is lit up, the Pantheon situated close by. There are a group of people playing different acoustic instruments nearby, songs naive to Celtic and Greek backgrounds.

Many other humans and satyr and dancing, but not together. This feels like a foreign concept to him, but the satyr graciously offers one hand to Harley. He wants to see what kind of dancing style she prefers. "May I ask for your name?"