With a slight frown the satyr watched the duo fail to free his cart.
“Oh never mind, good effort though. I appreciate you trying but perhaps this is a job more suited to your other companion.”

Inquisitive eyes flick across to the broad shouldered, porcelain faced Ziri Foxglove.

“Why yes, maybe this problem needs a bit more of a womanly touch.” He says warmly with a playful smile. He offers Ziri compliments of encouragement in an almost poetic form, giving a bit of guidance and words for thought before placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder for just a second.
There was a sort of encouraging, uplifting magic carrying on his voice.

(Bardic inspiration 1d6 + Guidance 1d4)


Meanwhile, the floating shovel gently fell to the floor to rest as a mug filled itself up from the keg in the cart and presented itself to Red Horns. Filled with a frothing ale.

(Unseen servant.)