Shor looked sideways at the goat commander. "A job?" He'd done lots of jobs in his lifetime, but never a payed one. However, he'd seen Ancient Goats and many other races perform such jobs, meaning it wasn't slavery, as far as he could tell. Furthermore, people who did payed jobs usually weren't abused. Up until now he'd mostly payed the bills by challenging people to fights, and, if they died, eating them. While most races would be disgusted by this kind of thing, he was used to eating those who died, as all else would be a waste of food, and found it only logical to eat anyone who wasn't using their body anymore. However, it would certainly be nice to be able to use this money, which would supposedly have the power to make people do what he wanted. "I'll do it."