Elric gave a nod to Gukb, as he went through the larder and pulled out a container of milk. He swirled it around, as he examined the contents of it, mostly to secure the fact that it had not yet spoiled. It did not, and he went to a nearby shelf as he pulled out two ceramic glasses, and poured the milk in, slightly under the brim. There was a small bit of milk left, Elric glanced at Gukb. "Help yourself."

He did hand over the one glass of milk to Tirarian, and kept the other to himself. He sat down with the others, as he took a swig from the glass. He peered at Anya, "That was an excellent story, Anya." He peered over at James, finally noticing the tabard. "The Dog Crested Ones... You know, I had a Traveling Knight who wandered through and stopped by at my shop, a few months back. He talked about how this family of Knights suffered one to many blows to the head, so they were only useful for war. He was rather happy about their skill in war, but not much else..." He snapped his fingers together, "But I can't recall the name of that group, nor exactly how he described the family arms, but only that it had dogs on it...Though I do remember him fairly well, and some other chatter we had."