The short mangy gnoll growled rabidly and became increasingly agressive as the efreeti barkeep did not acknowledge it's prescense or the meager amount of jink it had offered for an expensive bottle of spirits - as Yillup finally jumped the bar table it deftly drew a crude spiked club and slashed at the barkeep who was taken by surprise, the gnoll cut him across the chest producing a bloody surface wound.
As the gnoll howled feverishly in victory for a few moments, brandising it's crude bloody weapon in the air for all to see, suddenly a dragonling took short flight, bullrushing the gnoll in the chest, knocking it low on the ground between the tables, ending the victory ritual abruptly.
As the gnoll was ushered off into the hive ward, it's thoughts were of murderous anger and frustration, it slipped into an alley and began to first whimper loudly, then growling and howling, it spoke rapidly to itself in gnollish -
Yillup drew the blood, stood tall, damned wymrling, damnit to the nine hells... Yillup will cut it, he will cut it again and again and again...
Feral doings in the bazaar
