“No, goat! Back! Get back!” Delizia can hear the panic rising in her voice. Her neck flushes red. She should have cut the video on her stream. But the goat is undeterred by her admonitions. He strides toward Delizia and the truffle. Delizia grabs the closest thing on the table, which so happens to be a medieval longsword. She lifts it into the air. The goat halts. He is taken aback. The feathered human is not as wet nor as weak as he’d originally suspected. This looks a lot like the stick his farmer wields, though this one is shinier, unfamiliar, and therefore quite terrifying.
