"Mabari are like that, if children could rip out throats and disembowel horses." He shakes his head. It's such an unusual experience to speak to an animal and see genuine understanding behind the alien eyes. It has him even more curious about these baboons than before. "You know, they say the breed originated in Tevinter. I wonder if it's true." How much about the dogs is truth and how much legend? There's no real way to know these days.

He nods, as ready to warm to the topic of the golem as to pets. "Mind you, I've only heard the information at a distance. The golem was functional when the mage who owned it acquired it. Wilhelm, his name was. My parents have recollection of it moving about when they were much younger. It was deactivated by the time I was born. They say it killed Wilhelm. Or rather, he was found dead at its feet with it frozen in place."

He leans back and drums lightly on his desk. "When I was a little boy, my siblings and I would dare one another to run up and touch it. Or we'd pretend we were fighting it. It was shocking to hear Solona managed to wake the blasted thing up. I'm just glad it didn't kill her, too. There's no telling where it is now or what it's up to. They say it's sentient, if you can believe that."