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It wasn't that Billie hadn't expected him to find some quiet existence once he left Dunwall. She'd always hoped he had, after his disappearance.
Still…
"Why goats?" she asked.
"They make decent coin and keep people off your property," Daud answered with a shrug. He dumped a bucket of feed into the goats' trough and absently shooed away one chewing at his coat.
Billie reached down to try and pat the nearest animal on the head and nearly lost her fingers for the effort.
Daud laughed as she snatched her hand away. "And it's not that different from herding assassins."