"Hou is coming woof..."
"Run for it woof..."
The Blackwell Gnolls, who were lined up for their meal, scattered. Some dove into the Blackwell Mine, others ran up the surrounding slopes, stuffing delicacies into their mouths as they fled; buffaloes were hard to come by on their tables.
Only four did not run.
More precisely, two humans, a Goblin, and a Gnoll.
That Gnoll was none other than Gos, with his trembling legs a clear sign of the fear he felt for the imposing figure before him.
As for why he didn't run, Gos himself couldn't say; he just felt like this wasn't the time to flee.
Gos, trying to keep his nerve, stepped forward and said, "Respected Lord Hou, we..."
"You actually dared..." snarled Lord Hou, tossing aside his bulging backpack, "...to steal my tribute... You all deserve to die..." Swinging the Giant Wooden Club, he aimed a massive blow at Gos.
