Cromthal got up from the table to go get another mug of ale from the bar. Halfway there, he felt a tug on his shawl. He looked down and saw a dog had come out of nowhere and had the fringe of his shawl in it's mouth. Cromthal wasn't used to dogs. His master had kept them but Cromthal kept cats and usually avoided his master's dogs. Cromthal knew the fabric was strong, but did not want to risk tearing the shawl.
"See here," he began, trying to pry the dog's mouth open. "you let go of me now." While he was occupied with this, another dog bounded up behind Cromthal and bounded up on his back. Caught off guard and off balance, Cromthal was knocked flat with a muffled shriek.
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"I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."
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