There's a bar I've been frequenting lately. The drinks are good, of course, but half the reason I keep coming back is to talk with a black goat beastman named Yagi, a regular there. When I open the bar door, he's in his usual seat. The bartender seems to be away, though, and the only person inside is Yagi, sitting at the counter.

you sits down next to Yagi and begins to speak—