[ He rubs the back of Brantz's neck. The dog's happy, but clearly a little restless--he's an enormous animal, built for protection, built for combat. He's not really meant to be summoned for show, or even just for simple affection. But even magical fighting dogs need love, right? ]
I was in some dilapidated ruin, following up a lead on a few other artifacts. Business prospects, you understand. As luck would have it, the place used to belong to some kind of necromancing butcher--all kinds of horrors in there. Headless bats. Bats with human heads. A whole kennel of plague hounds. I was terrified, of course. This guy is the only reason I made it out alive.
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[ He rubs the back of Brantz's neck. The dog's happy, but clearly a little restless--he's an enormous animal, built for protection, built for combat. He's not really meant to be summoned for show, or even just for simple affection. But even magical fighting dogs need love, right? ]
I was in some dilapidated ruin, following up a lead on a few other artifacts. Business prospects, you understand. As luck would have it, the place used to belong to some kind of necromancing butcher--all kinds of horrors in there. Headless bats. Bats with human heads. A whole kennel of plague hounds. I was terrified, of course. This guy is the only reason I made it out alive.
[ It's not entirely a lie. ]