The artillery room is dark and spacious. Weapons and gunpowder hang from the walls. A darkly set of walls line the room and tower.
Artillery room, Inside Tower
member
dog
Every day I patrol the premises.  No one escapes my sight.  I work together with and train the other guard dogs to pick up on unusual scents and prepare for problems.  Occasionally, something happens and we get to work.  It's a terrible job, but someone has to do it.
Hm, you smell a little odd, human.  Have you been near any middens or other especially foul places as of late?  Perhaps a particularly smelly swamp? Oh, you old mutt. Always keeping me on my toes. Ah, well, it's definitely interesting!  Better than the usually oil and metal that's in this room. Do you smell anything else? Any enemies or thieves around here? There was a particularly conceited cat stench around, not too long ago.  Very smug and self-satisfied smelling... How unfortunate! I know how you feel about those wretched creatures. Something to protect you, old friend. Oh.. goodness.. hm let me see... if I slip in a paw here and... hm it doesn't seem to fit... quite right. Well, fine. You'll have to just protect yourself then! There's no need to be rude.  I-i'm trying my best!  I can't help that I don't have opposible thumbs! Always so sensitive, my canine companion.  It's not easy, being fleet of foot but lacking in dexterity.  Here, perhaps a helmet might be helpful? Now that's quite suiting! Mangy creatures can't gouge those eyes out now!