I raise an eyebrow. Some ancient portion of my being it taken aback by the suggestion that the goat is anything but noble."I assure you, Old Mother, I do not make this offer frivolously. I am certain."
"Palatinate," I say, quizzically eyeing the horned beast, while leaning in to whisper to the sergeant, "does this creature offer some tactical benefit to our mission?"
"Excuse me Mistress, may I buy your dog from you? I see that it has had multiple owners, it's a bit old. Could be a bit of mange behind the ear there. Wouldn't have long left to live, last legs and all that. How much would you like?"