I am reading Stonewielder at the moment and had to share this...
Spoiler
Kiska began pulling lengths of blackened metal pipe from slim pockets in her cloak and at her belt and vest. She spoke while she worked: 'I've seen them before, you know. These hounds. They're strong, but the have their limitations.' The sections screwed together and latched, locking. Jheval watched closely without saying a thing. Finally, he cleared his throat. 'Their limitations, I think, have nothing to do with us poor mortals. And that toy...it's of no use. Let me go.'
'This toy is as strong as, if not stronger thean, any staff. It was custom built for me by the moranth.'