"The dog, Master Torletart?"

Marcon considers the question for a few moments before shaking his head.

"I see no honor in chasing down and butchering a wounded animal. With respect to Gurinder Seven-Knives, I am no carver of meat."

The young warrior looks slightly wistful, imagining the recipes in the dog-eared copy of "Beasts Hunted and Eaten" he found in a university's scullery.