In a clearing ahead, a satyr curses and hacks angrily at a stone pillar, trying to chip free a piece of a crow

In a clearing ahead, a satyr curses and hacks angrily at a stone pillar, trying to chip free a piece of a crown imbedded incongruously in its surface. Around him, massive purple worms roll and breach in the churned earth. He turns your direction. "What? Who are you? No, wait, I don't care — just get lost!"