Satyrs are gypsy-esque, preferring a nomadic life as opposed to picking a territory and living there. They eat whatever is available depending on where they are and in exchange for a warm fire and a meal they will happily entertain and sing for their supper.
Long ago, they moved in caravans as troupes of musicians, single bards for hire, actors, and craftsman. Selling trinkets of cheap glass made to look like real jewels, wooden beads painted gold, and the like for their choice of currency and exchange. They were a happy, simple folk who meant harm to no one and sought only to live and enjoy the world in all its splendor. It was not unusual to see them pulling along fabulously colored vardos bedecked with beautifully hand-sewn banners, little bells that jingled on their feet, and singing all the way to wherever fate and destiny took them...
But the war with the Unitaur and the Naga changed that as it changed all things to this day. Often they were raided, their children bought and sold into slavery by the crueler Naga for their own entertainment. Since Satyr were not built for combat, they instead were traded and thrown about like spoils of war. No longer are there even enough Satyr in this day to rebuild old tradition or tell the old tales.
Though the few that remain are ever cheerful, content in the knowledge that the old war has died down and they are once again free to sing and dance.
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