The topic of Ferelden cooking causes Savio's face to sour, as if talking about the demons possessing festering corpses. "The people here have a habit of putting most things edible and some things that aren't into a pot of water, stir it around until everything is cooked and call it a stew. It is vile stuff. Vile." The Crow's hate of the Ferelden's cooking will not wane with time and perhaps his hate of cabbage will only grow.
Unaware of the ire in his 'master's tone', as Signy closes in on the small dog, it launches its vicious assault. Right now, it gives only a couple of defensive yips as it tries to figure out what to make of the dwarven woman. Savio speaks once more, his smirk soon returning. "This creature has a few purposes. First, to look cute." Savio pets the dog on the head a couple of times, resulting in a couple of licks from the small white fluff before it turns about around to face Signy. "Second, to make small people look larger than they really are. Third, to test for poison in one's food. And fourth, a judge of character, depending on intelligence of hound you have...." He looks away from the dog to glance back up at the young woman. "I take it you don't have anything like this in your big town... Oza-Oza...." The Crow considers the matter before giving an awkward smile. "Sorry, the name escapes me. Pardan my ignorance on the matter."