To the dwarf's request, Adam nodded and leaned forward. He expected the young man to take the pup into his hand and inspect it, but the receptionist scanned its teeth, paws, the structure of the skull and some simple details with his gentle fingers.
"Looks like it belongs to hounds," stated the receptionist after retracting his arms. Then he flipped the pages and opened a section that had a few pictures of variants of dogs.
Is that so?
Adam raised his brows and acknowledged the former's words with a tinge of non-verbal wonder while the dwarf skimmed across the lines on the page.
"Okay. The pup is clearly malnourished and is weak to consume anything powerful, so the book recommends feeding it some drops of Low-Grade Vitality Potion diluted in water."
