"Is this your dog, sir? Aren't you just a lucky dog."

The dark haired girl who works here comes out. Melania who was at Kent's wedding. I scritch Gaueko's head, amused at her tone. Dogs can often smell each other out.

"Why yes, young miss," I say. "I raised Rollo from a pup. I lost him on the road, but he found me again as I came to Excolo. Am I not fortunate?" I raise my glass in tribute and take a sip of my toddy. "I am pleased to be meeting you, young miss. My name is Uri, and this is Rollo, faithful dog and true."