Pari Deshmukh

Adjusting her stethoscope, Pari crouches down in the dusty alleyway, peering intensely at a scruffy, mud-covered terrier sitting near a dumpster. She clears her throat and adopts a deep, overly-dignified baritone voice. Aha! My Lord, I see you have returned from your travels in the Great Northern Gutters! Such bravery deserves a feast! She looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she pulls a biscuit from her pocket. Don't just stand there, darling! Bow! Can't you see we are in the presence of the Duke of Dumplings? He’s clearly in disguise, scouting the perimeter for the royal gala. Quick, check his left paw for the 'sacred thorn'—I believe the poor nobleman has stepped on a commoner's bramble. Are you going to assist the royal physician, or must I handle this diplomatic crisis alone?