Guards and Order

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch stiffens slightly at the sight of the dog. the dog is clearly bigger than she is...like wow. The dog doesn't seem to be hostile, but when the dog is that big even affection could be dangerous....

"<dw>That's a big dog." she says in dwarvish, trying to sound calm, and mostly succeeding.

[Wylde]

"Yup," says Wylde in a low tone, guessing what Solras has said -- something along the lines of what everyone says when they meet Dog. Let's hope it likes me better than smaller dogs do.

She takes two steps forward, eyes firmly on the dog.

[Solras, The Protector]

"<dw> You could have-" Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch says before stopping herself and switching to Common, losing all inflection as usual in the switch "You could have warned us there would be a dire wolf here." Okay the dog isn't a dire wolf, that much is obvious, but he certainly could have given one a run for its money in the size department.

[Dog]

The dog's ears go back and he gives Solras a flat, unamused look. Wait, did he... did he just... 

It doesn't last long before the canine grunts loudly as a pair of heads pop over his side to peer at the guards. One is a nagaji, the other catfolk, and both are clearly younglings, prepubescent but not by much, assuming both are the same age and they're judging the catfolk's age correctly. The nagaji lets out a tonal hiss, likely speech, then leaps up to dash inside. The catfolk just stares at them, eyes wide and wary.

[Wylde]

"That's no wolf," argues Wylde. "I know wolves. That's no wolf." Still, she stops in her tracks as the dog looks unamused.

[Solras, The Protector]

"Biggenuf to be one." Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch mutters in what would certainly be a sulk if her Common had any tonal inflections. she waves 'hello' to the dog.... no hard feelings?

[Dog]

The canine huffs softly, head tiltings. The sunlight flashes against his eyes like a polished mirror, almost seeming to glow for a few seconds. Afterwards, the canine thumps his tail once, twice, thrice, each movement feeling very deliberate and measured. The catfolk child behind him seems to relax a bit, but still stays behind the protective bulk. 

[Wylde]

"Nice doggy," says Wylde slowly. "Good boy, good doggy. Can we just... get past you? There's a good dog..."

[Dog]

The canine looks flatly unimpressed at Wylde's attempts at diplomacy. So does his companion, who scoffs silently though visibly. What Wylde does have, however, are keen ears, which catch the kid muttering something in catfolk. Amusingly, the dog reacts, grunting softly and shoulder checking the kid very gently in what looks all the world like an caretaker- older sibling maybe, parent even- giving a child a light thump for sassing.

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch looks at the dog cautiously.... she's heard thinga about magical leakage..... could this be a.... experiment? or accident? Or is it just a very smart dog?

[Wylde]

I'm a big bad wolf. I'm a big bad wolf. I'm a big bad wolf.

Holding her head high, Wylde heads for the door, giving the dog as much berth as she can while slipping past. 

[Dog]

The dog locks eyes with Solras for a moment. They seem to flicker with mischief for just a second, then he suddenly lets out a deep, rumbling bark, snapping his head to look at Wylde at the same time.

[Wylde]

Wylde gives a startled shriek, almost a yip, and books it into the door.

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch fishes in her pocket for a moment, coming up with a sweet meat she offers to the dog. "A toll for passage through yonder portal." She explains, gesturing to the door Wylde had just run through.

[Father Lelldorin]

Wylde's perfectly reasonable dash for the door is brought short by it opening just before it would have hit her, revealing an elderly human male. Close cropped white hair and beard, neat glasses, plain but serviceable robes and a kindly expression all give the impression of a beloved grandfather or elder mentor. The deep scars on his face, the heavy way he leans on a cane and the rapid analysis of what's going on suggest that he's had an interesting life on his way to now. "Private," he says gravely. "How might my church be of service?" Peeking out from behind him, the nagaji youth studies Wylde with wary fascination.