Magic Box, Friday

[abitlowkey]

There were no goats lurking about the shop today. Nothing waiting in one of the rows of books, ready to shamble out and leak copiously in Loki's general direction. The crying had been... Disturbing to say the least.

But, they had left behind some pellet-y reminders of their presence. Ew.

So, that would be Loki, feared and reviled throughout the nine realms, sweeping up goat shit. How the mighty had fallen.