No multiyear contracts. No million dollar salaries. No brand deals or big-time corporate sponsors. This is High School basketball in Noblesville, Indiana and the coach who leads them is John Peckinpaugh, bringing his experience as both a college coach and a player.

The lights of a small tavern flicker against the darkened night sky, bustling with folks of all shapes and sizes. As a tall elf woman refills the drinks at a particularly rowdy table, a stout dwarven man begins an argument with a buff orc that quickly escalates as another tavern worker confiscates the dwarf’s hammer and the orc’s drink. The orc heaves a sigh and quickly pays the elven women a few silver coins before making his way to the outside of the tavern.

Light, spiritual music plays from the stereo behind the instructor. You unroll your mat on the ground, and slide off your shoes — the beginning to any ordinary yoga class. As you begin your deep breaths, you feel something brush your leg. A tiny, furry, adorable… goat? As winter approaches and finals draw near, the stress level around the school begins to rise. Endless studying, desperate attempts to raise grades, and the constant darkness outside take a toll on students’ moods. At Happy Goat Lucky Yoga, a stress-free hour of decompression is only one goat away.

The response after “bless you.” The phrase your parents may or may not have molded into you. The feeling after receiving a gift. The beginning of “you’re welcome.” The unwanted reciprocation. The end of a note. Or a reason for writing one. “Thank you.”