You were getting slight jitters as the goat pushed you forward, leaving small horn marks on your bare legs. "Um." You tried to speak, however, the looks you were getting from the other gypsies put you off. Some of the females looking at you with taunting eyes, you wished you had the thick black cloak to hide behind as he lead you through all parts of a large tent.
It felt like the walk of a lifetime until you got to a small room with a beaten up dresser and scraps of material floating around the room. You assumed it was his own, from the way he and the goat carelessly threw the clothes and props around to make for them to sit. Although after