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"This is a long shot, northman. A bindstone in the middle of a Cult village, and we're supposed to just swan in there, kill everyone, and take it over? It all sounds vaguely suicidal. And that's supposing we're not killed by gnolls first, which I personally..."
"Come on, Linetha," I interrupted, in a slightly more exasperated tone than intended. "We've discussed this already, and besides, don't you think the men are frightened enough as it is?" I nodded towards young Will Stoneham from Mercia , who recently fired three arrows at a passing squirrel while yelling "They're here! They're here! oh."
The 'they' in question were gnoll tribesmen, who dominated the forest-clad wilderness we were traveling through. Driven from their hunting grounds in the central Tribelands, gnolls still linger in the peripheries, nursing an implacable hatred for their conquerors. Though more primitive and less physically intimidating than the mahirim, they possess great ferocity and finely-honed hunting instincts.
Richard J. Cox
"There were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust."