You return, having survived the sharp fangs and fire of the hellhounds. The man who hired you seems pleased with the results.
Hellhounds are feared as creatures of evil, but the man asserts that this is mere superstition. He says that canines and humans have been friends since before the dawn of history.
In an unsurprising turn of events, the man who so fondly dreamed of holding a young hellpup in his arms went missing soon after and was never heard from again.