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You call upon your Animal Mastery and implant into the dog’s mind the desire to return to the yard. The canine begins to whine incessantly and tug at its handler’s leash. The two soldiers make only a cursory search of the parlour before they open the door and allow their dog to run off down the stairs.
‘There’s nothing up here,’ calls out the handler to his comrades who are searching the yard. Then he and his companion leave the parlour and you see them pull the door shut as they go.
