Magic Box, Thursday, May 24
Tara had just opened the shop when a goat wandered in through the open doors, looked at Tara with baleful eyes, and began deliberately munching on some jewelry and poultices on a sale table.
"Excuse me," Tara said uncertainly. "If you're a student trying to cure yourself, that's ... not gonna help, sorry."
The goat didn't answer, other than by moving along to graze on some dreamcatchers.
"Hey," Tara said indignantly. "Those kind of cost a lot of money? So, uh ... m-maybe don't eat them?"
The goat's only response was to look even sadder at being reprimanded as it continued to eat. And then a second goat joined it. This one seemed to like the taste of spellbooks.
Tara sighed and did her best to move the really valuable stuff out of the reach of goats while she attempted to persuade her guests to leave. Unless she figured out they needed to be punched -- which was unlikely, because Tara -- this was going to be a long day.
[OOC: Open magic shop with minor goat problem!]
"Excuse me," Tara said uncertainly. "If you're a student trying to cure yourself, that's ... not gonna help, sorry."
The goat didn't answer, other than by moving along to graze on some dreamcatchers.
"Hey," Tara said indignantly. "Those kind of cost a lot of money? So, uh ... m-maybe don't eat them?"
The goat's only response was to look even sadder at being reprimanded as it continued to eat. And then a second goat joined it. This one seemed to like the taste of spellbooks.
Tara sighed and did her best to move the really valuable stuff out of the reach of goats while she attempted to persuade her guests to leave. Unless she figured out they needed to be punched -- which was unlikely, because Tara -- this was going to be a long day.
[OOC: Open magic shop with minor goat problem!]