As you look across the valley your goatish ears twitch and you turn to see your attendant Zeno approaching from the shadow of the trees behind you. Alex was appointed your attendant when you were both seven years old, he's served you faithfully for the past ten years. Through all of that time he has always referred to you as my lord. While his skin complexion is similar to yours and he stands almost as tall as you his figure is lanky compared to your more defined muscular figure. The out of breath Zeno wrested his hands on his furry thighs and hunched over as he attempted to regained his breath and stamina. "My lord," he says panting "you know you are not supposed to run too far ahead of me when we are this far from the village walls."
"We aren't that far away," you reply, "I don't see why father is so overprotective, we're practically in sight of the walls."
"You are his only heir, and while we are a small village we enjoy a level of plenty few other satyr villages have ever known."
"And if I were taken I could be used to get a heavy ransom," you reply frustratingly, "I've heard the speech before."
"Then you should know not to run too far ahead of me," replies Zeno.
"I just get so bored being confined to only this small valley. I wish I could just once have some kind of adventure," you say dejectedly.
Suddenly you hear a sound as a cloaked figure emerges from behind the trees to your rear. "I might be able to help you with that," said the mysterious figure. Before you can register any features you see something fly from his hands towards you and Zeno. You feel a small prick of pain and quickly fall to the ground. You notice that Zeno has also fallen. As you quickly start to lose consciousness the last thing you see is the cloaked figure moving towards you.