Papa Bear:
"Marilyn. Goat for your big salami. Gotcha."
As Vince said the words, Saint Velveteen suddenly got the impression that this was definitely NOT a coffee shop. He was beginning to wonder if he had the right place at all. The only thing keeping him here was the fact that they seemed to actually have a goat somewhere.
Since Velveteen was still dressed in the outfit he wore to Dr. Birwin's earlier that day, and hadn't brought any weapons along to talk to a scholar (he would have if he knew the guy had a hell hound), the only thing St. V put in the locker was the pork shoulder.
Now, with only his salami in hand, St. Velveteen walks through the doorway and into the entry room. The place was pretty trashy, but he had lived in trashier. Still, if this place was the kind of place he thought it was, there was no way St. V was going to make a roast out of the meat of the goat that greeted him. However, he doubted a drop bear would be as picky.
"Umm..." was all St. Velveteen managed to bring himself to say to the ork before following the goat. He really wished Firefox was with him. She would probably know what to say.
Velveteen follows the goat to the room and closes the door, then he tries to figure out what exactly the animal's chipjack is doing and how it works. (
13:38, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 1 success using 3d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of 1,3,4. Examining the Electronics behind a goat's ear.) He also examines the room to get a better feel of his surroundings, taking special note of any possible exits. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to afford this goat or its... services. All the same, it didn't feel right leaving it here. He didn't mind butchering animals for food, but putting wigs on them was going too far.