Gilligan starred at the goat for a few moments before getting up and telling the animal, "You ass. Can't even share a bit of grass?" looking at the critter with its long goat beard and wideset eyes. Frankly it reminded him of the tax collector, he also had a scraggly chin beard and seem determined to ruin Gil's life of ease. He took his leave of the herd and continued on his miserable walk home.

[center]2 Hours Later[/center]

Gilligan stumbled home in the onset of dusk and was in a sour mood as he ate a cold dinner of the boiled eggs he brought with him to the dungeon. His mood lightened a little knowing he still had time, the tax collector didn't come for another 13 days. Still if it took him this long to get through the first room...

Gilligan did his best to put these thoughts out of his head as he sat in the villa garden watching the sun lower over the gentle hills. Once the sun had sunk under the horizon he returned to the house and upstairs to his bedroom. He noticed once again the closet and his father's sword sprawled across the ground.

"I should... Another time... Tomorrow for sure." he promised the empty room as he undressed and went to bed.