Maybe it'll get them to leave. [So we're still throwing the goats. A few are scurrying, some are now running behind Benedikta. Watching onwards. Hopefully they don't look and realize her clothes look tasty.
He tosses away the last of the goats, brushing his hands together as he checks if there's anymore. Not seeing any, he gathers up the deer.]
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He tosses away the last of the goats, brushing his hands together as he checks if there's anymore. Not seeing any, he gathers up the deer.]