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Corana paid the smithy and returned to the stables. One of the dogs they had for sale ran up to her and she stopped to scratch his ears.

"He doesn't like many," said the dog handler. "You should buy him.  Everyone needs a good war dog."

She thought about what they were headed into. "How much?"

"Only 500 Septims."

"Too much.  Thanks anyway." She gave the dog on final scratch and rose to walk away. The dog whined and thumped his tail on the ground. Her eyes filled with tears. I couldn't bear to watch him die, anyway--and he would.