62. Khahandahar: a canine encounter

Lt leaves log day 174: Seemingly, me, Oaks and the soldier, named Tristan, have come to an understanding. With a swoop he cuts Fashion loose from the wall while at the same time beckoning Prince "charming" to get out of the room. Hesitant of the reaction of Fashquidora, I tense up. Nevertheless, she seems to understand that further escalation would not get us any further. Stepping into the hallway I freeze, standing eye to eye with a massive gold coloured wolfhound. Meet Brutus, Tristan smilingly said, our mascot and royal guardian. Ever since he saved the princess from drowning as a child, he has been part of the royal entourage. "Is she as entitled as little C3PO over there" asked Oaks, one eyebrow raised. I don't know who this C3PO is but our princess is cut from a different tree altogether, sharing the same father but her mother died in labour. 2 years later the king remarried and our prince followed shortly after. Tristan stopped at a barred door and knocked in rapid succession.