Ordhan looked at the elf, his puzzlement showing only in the way his brows slowly drew together. "Orlesian court dog?" he repeated after a pause, looking again at the animal.
Dogs, even those not Mabari, were large and muscular creatures. Their teeth were like wolves'. They hunted, fought in battle, and if the legends were true, staved off werewolves. They did not sit on tables looking remarkably like a wig that grew legs.
Then a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he gave a single, knowing nod. "Oh...that was a joke, yes?" he asked, solemnly, without a hint of sarcasm. "I am bad at picking them up."