"Right then, I'll take your word for it on the jacket and I'll...look for someone like that! My name's August by the way! Multiversal traveler and wandering swordsman extraordinaire!"

[color=LightSlateGray][i]Augustus, you know there's a war on boy. Shouldn't we be doing something other than returning a lost pet?"[/i][/color]

[i]Like I said 'Rari', the situation will reveal itself in time and besides, building up allies among the traveler community can only help us in the long run...plus would you look at him!? Isn't he the cutest little snowman...dog...bug drill-nosed...thing you've ever seen!?[/i]

[color=LightSlateGray][i]I don't think I have ever seen one of those. Your faith in your crowbegotten Narrative Causality theory aside, just find the thing's owner so we can get back to the war effort.[/i][/color]

If only to stop the grumbling voice in his head, August went back over to the bar and tapped on the shoulder of a Japanese woman who seemed just as excited as he had been to be in cowboy world. Maybe she was Plue's secret owner! More importantly she was drinking a glass of milk! So he addressed her, putting on a tough facade as he did.

"It takes some serious guts to order milk in a place like this. So which is it, naive country dummy or secret wandering butt-kicker? Also, is this your Pluedog?"

As August mentioned Plue he picked the snowman thing up and held him up for inspection, although careful not to stab anyone with Plue's unnaturally sharp nose.