[Barbarian sounds about right- WHAT]

No- no, that- they would prefer your, er, currency. [...] I am certain Gilbert would enjoy taking you. Ah-

[Transfixed by your viscera-stained muscles as you make the most garbled, rumbling caveman sound, straining to understand

...


...r...ight...okay, he's got it]

You would like a goat...in order to- give it to Gilbert...because it is anonymous.

[absorbs this for a moment.]

And God told you to do this?