Beryl and Perrin look at the massive sun bleached notice board outside of the New Salt tavern. The Dirty Water Gang, falling on hard times, as usual, couldn't be too picky with where their next meal would come from.
Perrin coughs into his silk handkerchief then says, "Do we really want to be lab rats for some creepy alchemist, again? I can still smell colors..."
"Well," Beryl says tentatively, "the brothel might pay more - but i'm not sure how easy it'll be to find a missing goat. It... It is an actual goat, right?"
With a deep belly laugh, the halfling slaps Beryl on the thigh and says, "Oh, Beryl. You know it's not. Let me explain! When a man and a woman-"
"Let us go see the alchemist!" Berly tears the parchment from the notice board and hurries away.