What, here in the inn? I guess. My house is in the creepy blackout monster zone, and this guy's monster snack sized.

[This guy being the little dog Gab, who senses he's being talked about and snuffles and wags his tail for a moment, then resumes just chilling at their feet.]

And I guess if you ever need someone to grab you another free coffee, uh, I can do that again. That's like, my main skill.

[He does not Fight...]