[ You know who is also here, getting accosted by the goat? It's Peregrine! She's currently locked in a staring contest with it, as it keeps trying to bite at her cloak, which now has a fully smoked golden brown piece of deerskin leather as its lining. She's got the edges of it bunched up in her arms, to keep it out of reach of eager mouths. ]

No! No. This? This is not for chewing. It's for wearing. And it's mine. So I'm gonna let it drop, and you...are going to stay right there...

[ The second she lets a little corner go, the goat starts forward with an excited bleat and she quickly backs up. ]

No! Bad! Bad, bad goat!