Tory followed Martha into the ring of tall bushes, as was welcomed by a powerful smell. Wine.
Inside the rings was a hidden campride, and a barrel of wine. Martha stood by it stiffly, and slowly pointed a pale figure towards to figures.
There were two naked figures, both what would be considered the peak of beauty. The male was strong, daring and tall. The female was lean, with dark eyes. They would be anything but beautiful, if it weren’t for the two curled horns protruding just under their hairline; their fuzzy pointed ears and their thick goat legs.
“Saytrs...” You breathed.
“Hello cheeky,” purred the female
“My God. Their Saytrs Troy!” Martha cried with delight. “I’ve always wanted to meet one. I knew they had to be real!”
The male saytr laughed a deep and mighty laugh. “We are very real... we can show you. I’m Cedius.”
The male saytr, Cedius, slid over to the large barrel of wine. Lifting a chalice of the grassy floor, Cedius filled it with wine from the barrel.
“Care for a drink. Amalthea, by the way...” said the female Saytr, who leaned slyly back.
Martha gave You a exciting look, You giving her a shy shrug.