You approach the sweating mountain of fat and muscle and find him praying loudly, the stench of fermented vegetables washes over you as he turns to you and lets out boistrous bellow, "HAHAH! well met friend! An ale and a song! for the great goat resides in us all! Noble proctonaughts arise from grostulation and lend your strength to the brown arts. Wrongdoers and miscreants beware my righteous fury! HAHAH! AMEN!" He claps you heartily on the back and drains the last of his wine.