James' eyes narrowed. "Dog-crested knights, and hounds of war?" he asked.
"Hmm... Perhaps he speaks of the Hawthornes. Hard-headed mongrels near the edge of society, fighting in near any war that calls them." he said, looking back into the fire. "I wouldn't be surprised if one or another went daft from a few too many blows to the helm. Was this knight also a member of the family?"