"Don't you know? This is Riftwatch's business, Monsieur," he says from under the hat brim. "We are to patch up the world and clean up every problem convenient to it regardless of the hand we had in it."

If everyone were just reasonable about being grateful that their goats weren't roasted by demons falling out of a rift and willing to collect their own scattered livestock in the aftermath, they wouldn't be here.

(If there'd been a fence, he'd have put money on more dead goats.)