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A goat was strolling through a forest full of cultists. A vivid expression of boredom was spreading across his face, even though blood from his last enemy was still dripping from his axe. He trudged slowly through the grass and glanced lazily from side to side.
"Damn it… Is that all? Did they all go and hide? What a bunch of weaklings! And cowards! Yeah! You hear me?!"
The goat looked around, shouted a couple more insults, and then stamped his hoof on the ground. His body let out a loud sigh, and he raised his axe and hacked at the nearest tree, making it sway. Then he sat down beside it and yawned.
"It's boring as hell here! I could at least use some company. I used to have rows of followers, and now what? That little Lamb rules all these simpletons. They don't even care about me! Ugh! Even when I hit on one of those mortals, she just shot me down!"
The goat loudly voiced his displeasure into the empty space in front of him, as if someone else were there. He had nothing to do in this world except take part in these rare outings and attack enemy cultists. None of Lambert's followers even tried to talk to him.
"So what now? Am I just supposed to sit around and wait for them to open their eyes? Even joking about that lamb isn't as fun anymore. And that stupid cat is always fussing around him… Oooh, look at them! What a cute couple! Makes me want to puke just looking at it…"
The goat spits on the ground and lifts his head up toward the treetops. For a second his eyes close, and he lets out a long sigh.
"Shamura… How are you doing? I even kind of miss your praising speeches and cunning plans… Maybe I should leave this place and come back?"
But his questions remain unanswered.