"Eh hehehe. Well. Hunter... Hunter! He, like, will let anyone bring their animal to the fight if they pay straight up. And this guy over there! See him! That little runt! Yeah. No one's seen him before! He turned up tonight with that! He did! Said he was new and wanted to try out his pet. Huh huh! Pet."
The long jawed fellow at Krieg's side stuttered and huffed, his voice droning on contemplating how one built up such a dog, what with all the regulations and stuff. And something about the newcomer being a hill billy, because... short and hairy and all.
"I mean, heh! Look at it. It looks good but it an't gonna last against Brutal! I mean, hehe, look!"
The Beast is indeed impressive. A mongrel for certain, somehow bred from a Whippet and a Rottweiler, yet finding a balance between the two halves of its parentage. This base had been carefully honed into rangy muscle with a peculiarly aristocratic aspect. The dog was actually sitting quietly by its master. By contrast, the dog's opponent was straining at the chain and slavering maniacally.
The Beast's owner turns at last and spots Krieg. The dwarf's eyes flash and his mouth twists into a rictus of a grin.
CLARIFICATION: The hairy dwarf is the other Kindred. The man Krieg is putting up with speaking to is just an ugly mortal, smelling of hygiene and lacking in smarts. Apologies for the confusion.