The gnoll glares over at the self-proclaimed 'princess' before chuckling darkly and taking a few steps towards her. Amara's commanding tone causes the warrior to lower his weapon, a sick grin appearing on his face. "Ohh, yer a focking princess are you? Heh. You know, at first I thought I was just going to kill you."<br/><br/>"But that'd be such a waste of effort, wouldn't it."<br/><br/>In reality, the gnoll was somewhat caught off-guard by the woman, who looked like she could probably end up becoming quite the frustration. Perhaps she wasn't worth the bruises he'd get...<br/><br/>But then, Mug'ril looks her over, his beady eyes glazing over as he sizes her up. Quickly, his gaze settles and he steps forward again, his heavy member obvious beneath his loincloth.<br/><br/>"Then again... I ain't never focked a noble cunt..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The gnoll moves forward, snapping off a tie on his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.<br/><br/>Mug'ril reaches for Amara, his oversized shaft extending, revealing a thick veiny knot.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna make you regret talking to me like that..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Now was Ezri's chance to escape while Mug'ril was distracted.