You've discover a cowering gnoll cub in the forest. He looks up at you with a mixture of hope and terror in his eyes as he clutches his spear. Are you going to kill me like the others? Leafspear clan all dead. Manthings kill them. Elders say gods don't listen to gnolls, but I pray anyway. I pray that I find a new clan and a new father. tilts head Are you a manthing? What's your name? For some odd reason listening to this cub talk makes you feel fatherly and...gnollish?
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