The shepherdess tried to count the unicorns she'd been ordered to watch over. There seemed to be between one and a little over a dozen.
"I hope you're all here," she moaned, trying to eat the lunch her spouse had packed.
"A difficult task," said a voice.
"Yes, but one does not defy the Warlock Duke..."
"What if you could?"
The demon poured out of the shadows, contract ready.
"Would it be worse for the Duke?"
"Yes."
"Pass the quill."