But the good news is, these guys managed to "loot" the Gladiator's weapon storage on their way out, equipping them with basic armor and weapons.
They even took some jerky as travel rations.
"Good, good!"
Hog stood up, shaking his short tail.
He moved forward, flanked by a group of elite gnolls, taking in the sight of the disheveled wolf people who were gladiators, among them a few gnolls looking pitiful after being stripped of their candles by the players.
The "well-off" gnolls under Hog's command stepped forward immediately, kindly sharing the smallest, thinnest of their own candles with their kin. After all, a gnoll without a candle of its own was truly pitiful.
"Your being here means you have made up your minds to flee the vampire city. I will lead you out through the underground. We will return to our wilderness,"
declared Hog loudly.
"But I will only lead my kinsmen out! If you want to leave, you must join us, join the Bloodclaw Clan!"
"I don't like this name."
