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

“I’m a Gnoll.”

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

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

“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.”

“Do I look like a Wolf Beastkin?”

“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—”

“Begone.”

“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.”