[Amael Farmourner]

The Dorin chuckled quietly to himself and held a polished glass up to the light, peering at it with his good eye before resuming polishing it and finally setting it aside.

"Aye, nearly as big as Pit Fighters," repeated the Dorin absently. "Regretfully, that is not a cellar, Human," the huge Dorin flicked an ear at the heavily barred door, "no, not in the least. There is one catch to this little game we play if you are interested. Half pay now, half after you slay the rats. The proprietor requests that you leave one alive or at least make the kill clean. He wants it as a trophy. Baby here, can assist you."

A medium-sized dog with sleek black and tan fur lightly padded towards Temujin at the Dorin's snap. A thick ruff of loose fur draped over her neck, forming a mane and although she was all lean muscle and heavy set bones, she perched on delicate cat-like toes as she observed the Human a bit distrustingly.

"She is a smart dog, I wouldn't underestimate her."