“Huh?”

“Um. Hi. Are you—are you a wolf-person?”

“Do I look like a Wolf Beastkin?”

“N-no?”

“I’m a Gnoll.”

“Right. I’m very sorry about that. Um. Can I help you?”

“You’re in my way. This is for adventurers.”

“Right. Sorry. Sorry about that.”

“Is—is there something else you want?”

“I don’t like Humans. They smell. You smell like garbage. Like rancid oil and flames and things that turn my stomach. And Goblins and dust and mold.”

“R-really? I can’t smell anything.”

“Right. Well. I’m sorry about that.”

“I don’t want Humans in here. You don’t belong.”

“Hold on, now. She’s just lost.”

“If you’ve got a bounty—Shield Spiders—I’ll process it now. But this Human was just asking directions. You can’t just kick someone out who—”

“You. You’re stinking up this place with dirt and filth. I can smell the things you’ve rolled in. You haven’t washed in—dead gods. I’m covered in Shield Spider guts and you smell worse! Take a bath before you come back here.”

“Oh. Yeah. Um, I’m really sorry about that. It’s just that I’ve been sort of fending for myself, and I didn’t have a change of clothes so—”

“Begone.”