So I looked at 'im, aye? Big Gilnean mastiff. Hunnerdweight and a half o' sheer muscle, fast enough t' knock a fully-armored man flat back on 'is arse. Jaws 'at'll crush steel an' a head s'hard it'll break an arm. I seen 'em dogs throw 'emselves in front o'wagons t'knock kids outta th' way an' save their own. 'Loyal' ain't even th' word fer it. They ain't purty, they ain't graceful, an' they ain't well-mannered--an' they drool like hell--but they're 'bout th' best war dogs ever bred. They'll die t'protect ya if 'ey decide yer worth it.
S' really, ain't but one thing I coulda named th' jowly sumbitch, issit?"
