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John Preston inna bar. Mulling over the state of affairs in his world with a cup of tea, petting Ludwig. Ludwig, for his part, is sitting idly by watching people.

Someone might wanna tell him to eat something.

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Puppy's staring right back. He likes people. Taking a few cautious steps toward her, Puppy sniffs

Preston, aware of puppy's wanderings, Preston's looking around for the dog-but he hasn't seen her-not yet.

She crouches down to puppy level and holds out a hand.

"Hello there, little one." She calls softly.

Puppy, who's life consisted of the same people day in and day out, having been exposed to this new world-is not shy of strangers. So he continues padding over, with each step his tail wags.

"Ludwig?" Preston, looking over and seeing them both. Puppy, being young, ignores him and sniffs at cywyllog's hand.

Cywyllog grins, gently reaches further toward Ludwig and scritches an ear. "You are a handsome one, yes you are."

She looks up at Preston, still scritching. "He is yours, then?"

She's found a spot. Ludwig's tail goes full wag and he drops to the side, his leg going at it full throttle. Woof.

"...Mine?" He stares at the dog, "Well...he's an animal. He belongs to himself. I just feed him."

She smiles at Preston this time. Worry not, Ludwig. Scritching continues.

"If you feed him, then he is yours. Or perhaps you are his." She looks down at the puppy again.

"...animal's aren't people, they can't own people."

He shakes his head and watches Ludwig, who's in puppyheaven.

"Do you have a dog?"

She laughs. "Of course they can! Animals adopt people all the time."

Ear scritching turns into chest rubbing. "I do not have one of my own, but there are several always wandering around the keep that seem to belong to everyone. My boys like to play with them."

"I've heard that children enjoy animals." Preston studies Ludwig, "they're...not as plentiful as I'm told they were previously."

A sigh, "Dr. Stanz-Ray got me a book on training dogs but I still know next to nothing about animals."

"There are books about how to train dogs?" She asks, a little surprised. "Usually we just give them a bit of meat when they do what we ask them and eventually they learn to associate the behaviour to the food."

Puppy therapy is working. She picks Ludwig up and stands, so she doesn't kill her neck looking up at Preston.

"Do either of you have names? I am Lady Cywyllog, myself."

He's not used to the idea of calling people, "Lady" but Preston rises and bows, Ludwig happily snuggling into the woman's arms. He bows.

"The dog is Ludwig." Preston says, gesturing to the puppy, "I am cleric John Preston."

"It is lovely to meet you John, and Ludwig." She smiles at them both in turn. "Have you been here long?"

"About fifteen-"

Then it hits him.

"Oh! yes-well-no." He thinks about this for a moment, "I was trapped here, however I was then relased...I've only been back here to the bar for a couple of days..."

She nods and nuzzles her nose against the puppy's ear.

"I was Bound as well initially, for a few months. I can come and go as I please now. I think this place likes to bind new people, to get them used to it." She shrugs a little. "Do you enjoy it here?"

"Yes." beyond a measure of a doubt. So much so that he wishes his children could experience it, so much that he wishes somehow this place will bring Partridge so taht he too could experience it.

The simple facts behind a yes.

"That is good, at least. It can be not so bad, at times." She's not overly fond of the place herself, but she's learned to use it to her advantage when she can.

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