Trally Dao (or simply Trally) has a shaggy, wizened appearance, even among other Satyrs. He has a long, pointed goatee, silvery-white hairs on his chest, arms and back, and his tawny goat legs are also flecked with hoary fuzz. His physique is somewhere between athletic and flabby, more noticeable since he is usually dressed only in a loose, fitting toga and leather satchel. He was probably a very trim and muscular faun in the past, but age has slowly caught up with him. He is short, at least by human standards, but often stands upon stumps or chairs to elevate himself for story telling.
HISTORY
Trally Dao has a long history, most of which involves directionless ambling, rabble rousing, and the sowing of many wild oats. None of it was particularly worth noting, at least in Trally's opinion, and in his old age he is more interested in keeping track of Gaia's history than is own. About twenty years ago, he settled down and built a small cottage in the Whispering Woods to hold his books and writing tools, along with a very substantial wine cellar and pantry. He now forays to and fro across the land in search of legends and lore, usually as part of Damionell's erstwhile warband, but sometimes on his own.