"I also know where all the important nerves and pressure points are, and that does do the trick, but I have easier ways. I'm not much for magic..." He held up his right paw, showing that it was covered in runes, a few on each part, and then some engraved in his sharp claws. "...But Lord Diarow seemed rather generous and supportive when I visited his place. He's apparently an excellent craftsman─he said something like Johannes Factotum─not only did he make my platelegs, swords, belt, and axe harness as well as a few other items, but he imbued my axe, covered a lot of things in runes and enchantments, and promised me he'd do his favorite gnoll any other necessary favour I could come up with." Rayra looked at Mark as they walked along, closing in on Drake. "You say you met the demon lord Diarow Chasama Savita Vintrict?" he asked. "He wouldn't have forgotten if that's the case; he rembers names and faces. I could get him to come and visit if you would like. Really, if I didn't love my life so much, I'd wish and give anything to be him. Heck, when we first met, I couldn't even make his sword budge─he told me that was okay, and that mortals shouldn't be that strong anyway. His sword weighs something like 800,000 pounds─but after a while of training with him I could weild it well enough, and he put a seal on me to temper my strength..." The gnoll indicated a collection of runes and markings on his right shoulder. In truth, he didn't quite understand all of the magical things that the demon had presented him with, but he knew they were helpful...