Tarquin moved cautiously to examine the mural. "Hmmm... I have heard of this somewhere..." He tilted his head slightly and ran his fingers across the picture. "This could tie to an old story from these parts... If they do the fellow with the spear must be the Wolf-Slayer, Ulfheonar... That thing he's fighting is no wolf... Definitely no wolf... The old stories are hazy at best... If memory serves me correctly one of them says that the hound takes beautiful women as it's brides... Other stories on the other hand say that those slain by it rise as undead..." The tall elf seemed puzzled, like he was missing something from the story. "...I think the oldest stories called the hound a chaos spirit of some kind... So not quite a hellhound, but... I think we could still battle it with holy water."