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You've always been the waggiest, happiest, and goodest little puppy nugget. Your ties to your old master, and all the enchantments that he had cast on you leave you adept with healing magic, and give you the ability to speak with those who are close to you (though your master always encouraged you to wait until they seemed friendly. Which for you, was...right away.)

When your master passed on from this world, he left you his vessel and his dying wish. "Travel the world. Be at peace. Love all you meet." Though you don't entirely understand his will, and you certainly aren't sure how to fly his ship, you guard it and wait for someone to call you a good boy, and take you where you need to be.

Which, for you? Is with your master. Though that will never be.