Thankfully the demigobs decided to go negotiate for a half payment rather than attempt to drag us to the designated drop off point. Steve may have had something to do with that decision.

We walked along quietly for quite some time, each lost in our own thoughts. My girlfriend, bless her heart, was marveling at the subtle oddity of our new surroundings, purple trees, green clouds, and scaly birds. Steve, the brahgus, just padded along, swatting at his heavy beak occasionally with an immense paw. And I was just racking my brain for a way home.

“Excuse me,” Steve finally said, “Could I ask a question?”

“Don’t ask me,” my girlfriend quipped, “I’m as lost as you are.”

“Oh, I see. And you?”

I sighed, “I know some.”

“Do you know what I am?”

“You’re a brahgus,” I said absently.

“Yeah, about that. Last week I was an accountant.”

“Uh huh, you must have pissed off a witch. Know any witches?” I said while scanning the ground for tracks.

“Well, Betty in purchasing isn’t very nice…” he ventured.