Amiss - Drabble

The man you could describe as gangly, almost like an awkward teenager who hadn't finished filling out his frame. He was rather unmemorable for a human man. What caught everyone's eye was the stout, furry and maybe slightly too chunky canine sitting patiently at his feet. Rare in their homeland of the Sorcerous Kingdom of Rath, and rarer still outside of its borders, seeing one across the world in Freehold was truly a once in a lifetime chance. The little beast didn't seem dangerous, or even particularly intelligent, as it watched the man with its tongue hanging from its mouth and a rather glazed expression on its face.   "What do you think, Gwynnie?" he picked up the flat stone with the scribbles that had sent the auction house into a fearful frenzy. He held out the stone which the dog dutifully sniffed and then huffed. The man chuckled.   "Well, is it dangerous?" the assistant asked wide-eyed from the doorway.   "No. It's um, well, I won't repeat it here. But you can advertise it as a rather impolite limerick. Its goblin written probably during the Renaissance."   Everyone but the dog seemed very embarassed after that.