And then I find this..
- Dog: (Dog sniffs the air curiously.)
- Loghain: Oh, don't give me that face. I'm betting you want the cheese in my pocket.
- Dog: (He sits and waits patiently.)
- Loghain: Very well, here you go. Don't eat it all at once. Or... do, whichever you prefer.
- Loghain: I used to keep cheese in my pocket for Adalla too. I think the rinds were her favorite part.
- Loghain: I mentioned she was taken from us, did I not? This was when Orlais still ruled, and it was an Orlesian lordling who took her.
- Loghain: He wanted to mix the blood of our noble mabari with their frail, wasp-wasted game hounds, which were bred for looks, not intelligence.
- Loghain: I tried to keep her, but there was little I could do to stop the Orlesian... I wasn't even a man then.
- Loghain: You can imagine what it was like for her, being torn away from the boy--the family she was bonded to.
- Dog: (Long, low whine)
- Loghain: It was six months before we saw her again. The Orlesian returned her--and when I say "returned," I mean "pushed her out of his wagon."
- Loghain: She was skin and bone, and still carried the scars from where their pronged collars bit into her neck. She never quite recovered.
- Loghain: She passed away after a week. It was as though she held on long enough to come home to us. I held her head in my lap, and I believe she died happy.
- Dog: (Sad whine)
TEARS EVERYWHERE.





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