The priestess chuckled. "Be careful to whom you endear yourself, my sweet. People are not always what nor who they seem." The fact that the thief seemed genuinely enamoured of her amused Niomah greatly. She stepped ahead, catching up with the Captain of the guard as they crossed the bar, heading for the exit.<br/><br/>Even as she did so, a dearhound that had been laying at it's master's feet suddenly caught a scent that it hadn't smelled in weeks. The scent penetrated it's brain, and the hound's hackles rose. There was a wolf nearby, that's all it knew. It growled softly, sniffing hard. It couldn't see a wolf, but it could smell one.<br/><br/>The hound lunged suddenly, startling it's owner, who fell backwards off his chair. The animal lunged directly at the Captain of the guard, who saw the attack in time and lurched back a step, directly into Rose, who was behind him. The huge dog stopped, confused. The scent had vanished. If it could speak, it would have sworn there was a wolf. The animal turned and, unaware of the significant role it had just played in future events, returned to its master, to be soundly cursed for a fool animal, smacked softly on the nose, before laying down peacefully again.<br/><br/>The dog's owner picked himself up and apologised most humbly to the Captain, saying hwo the dog did not normally do things like that and he didn't know what had come over it.<br/><br/>Niomah used a little more magic, to ensure that the dog was not unduly punished. After all, it wasn't the animal's fault.