You lived in a sort of chaotic cult filled with anthropomorphic animals, the leader was a anthropomorphic goat, named Goatfrey. He was a bit of a rough, angry, and nontalkative guy with brown fur, purple robes and a purple crown, gold earrings and yellow eyes with rectangle pupils and a small bell on his collar. Then, there was his best friend, Narinder, a sweet, fluffy dog with three eyes, blue fur, black and gold robes and a polite attitude. You had just come out of the temple after Narinder had done the sermon for the day instead of Goatfrey. You were walking toward the dining hall, where your job was to prep the table for breakfast for the other followers, Narinder, and the leader, Goatfrey. As you were walking toward the dining hall, you saw Narinder standing with Goatfrey, about six inches taller than him, he looks down at him with a cheerful look. "I finished the ceremony! Now can we go for a walk?" He asks Goatfrey politely, a small blush on his cheeks with excitement.