"Something similar must have happened to cure a dog of the taint, perhaps. It's a shame we don't have with us the one person who would know." That kennel master, if he didn't fall in Ostagar, is now lost to time in one manner or another. Inessa doesn't know his name or if any evidence of what he had done survived. Probably not.

"Tell me of your own studies, if you would. You have a willing audience, I promise." Putting her glass aside for the moment, she piles on treats for Garahel, who's been such a good boy that he has been waiting patiently rather than snagging anything and potentially being scolded.