Dragoncrest Cliffs The Rules of Fight Club

"Ahoy, Salty Seabiscuit!" Merlin returned and dashed over to Njord to greet him enthusiastically. Since he was in part oblivious to, how men were supposed to behave (or what society expected them to), he was unashamed in his joy, tail wagging and series of play-bows, before he settled down. 

"Now that you have all limbs in working order, we have to work on a plan to avenge you," he told him his intentions. "That crap dog is still walking around loose and unless you have changed your mind, we have to make sure that he feels just as much pain as you did after your date with Valmua," Merlin said.

"I was talking with Coon the other day - she suggested ripping that guy's balls off," he told, locking his gaze with Njord's to see, what he thought about it. He did not clarify the context, where he had drawn the idea from. "But that means we need more than just two of us. If the man is big, I won't be able to hold him down long enough - you see, what kind of scrawny ass I am," he chuckled.