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"Then why the talk. Attack already." Rokova challenges the talking women.

"Oh no! You've seen through my genius plan. What will I do now?" the gnoll dramatizes and then chuckles.

"The troglodytes don't like me so that is a no. But if you feel the need to kill all gnolls here first because you can't come up with a plan to avoid them on your way back, feel free to try. Though I expected more finesse from an elf." he teases Aithaloessa with a raised brow.

"I'm sure you'll do 'my' dirty work either way. And if you fail to survive, there are always more gnolls to do it for me. I just assumed you'd have an intrinsic interest to find and destroy the evil below and I would happily step out of your way."

The gnoll is actually talking common to you as you can see by the lack of <braces> aroudn his speech.

"What would you need our surrender for? You want to become the new lords of the House of the Beast? I don't think so. The only thing you need is to ensure that no new threat to your beloved Kelmarane arises from this place."

"And that is what I'm offering you. You may pass through these halls unhindered further into the belly of the beast, so to speak, to remove what created this Carrion King. And with that, the threat that this place poses to your beloved home."

The gnolls are intimidated by this bold entrance, but out of the shadows steps another gnoll. Clothed in a garb that stands in stark contrast to the usual gnoll racks he greets the Knigts of Kelmarane.

"Welcome to the House of the Beast." The voice you hear sounds familiar.

"I applaud you on the assassination of the Carrion King. But that is not the end of your journey. As the Carrion King is a mere pawn, a creation of a greater power dwelling deeper withing this place. Are you ready to go the extra mile to ensure none of these gnolls is risen as the next king?"