"Uh, nope," ventured the goat, more confident now that the chance of botching her lines was over, but not too keen on the idea of being a weapon. "I'm just me-h-h-se-h-h-enger thirty-six-jay. I, uh, fix up paperwork mostly. We-h-h-pons are a bit out of my league." Messenger 36-J tried to paw at the blue heptagrams lining the circle, but they were quite tightly sealed, so she stood up in the center like a good receptionist.

And like a good receptionist, the sight of rustling paper was unsettling.

"Um, Mr. Blue? You aren't planning to sue us or anything, right?"