In a Foreboding Tower, Glowing with Portent or Possibly Pollen
In a Squalid Barnyard in Borix, Redolent of Feces and Angst
In the Tower of Toby, the Dark Lord, He Who Dreams of Artisanal Crackers
At a Time and Place Where a Goat Proves to Be Remarkably Prescient
Near a Rose Most Scarlet and Effulgent
In the Darkness Surrounding a Small Camp in a Verdant Pasture
Over Something Fried in Duck Fat with a Piquant Dipping Sauce
At the Scene of a Richly Deserved Punch in the Kisser
In the Luminous Presence of the Elvish Morningwood
Uncomfortably Near a Giant Uvula
On a Beach Festooned with Sparkly Pinchy Crabs
At the Goblin Market, Glittering with Magic and Maquillage
Near the Bushy Cleft of Mortal Peril
In the Dank Necropolis of Honeycomb and Dread
Next to a Newly Created Orifice and Much Screaming
In the Spectacular (If Tentacular) Hut of Belladonna the Healer
Under the Lone Lamppost Where Lurks the Squeaky Marmoset of Side Quests
Down an Alley Echoing with a Troll's Pathetic Angst
Over a Board of Charcuterie Floats the Word Murder
Inside the Perilous Poplar of Personal Problems
Within the Ambulatory Dwelling of a Most Fearsome Personage
Atop a Roof of Questionable Structural Integrity
Athwart a Corpse and Quaking with Unaccountable Mirth
Uncomfortably Smooshed in a Throng of Normal Goats, Forced into Bleatful Complaint
In the Room Where the Disposal of a Persistent Suitor Is Effected
Abroad in a Fulsome Field of Goatly Paradise
In the Grip of a Sinister Mind
Whereupon Destiny Is Delivered by an Overly Credulous Postman
Uponst a Cushy Throne, Surrounded by Many Supple Leathers
At a Party Afflicted with Unacceptable Ghost Cake.