The rogue burst into the paladin’s cell during his morning prayers.
“We need your help,” she said, panting.
“Why?” he asked cautiously.
“We may have stolen a goat.”
“So go and return it, or make restitution to the owner.”
“That’s the problem. It wasn’t me this time. It was the wizard. He-” She was interrupted by a yell that seemed to shake the heavens themselves. He glanced out the window and saw a giant, glowing goat chewing on a tree.
“You have some pull with the gods, right?”
The paladin sighed. It was going to be one of those mornings.