"I'd rather die than have you watch over me," the gnoll retorted as she left.  "Exercise caution."<br/>He watched her slink away, mildly impressed at her skill though he tried not to show it.  She didn't need to the ego boost as far as he was concerned, and in the power games they were playing with each other, it would make her look superior to him if he acknowledged her skills.  Despite being a male gnoll, he despised the idea of losing to the female.  Something from his hidden past.<br/>Looking to the human men, the gnoll spoke in a low voice, "There is something that must be taken care of.  Presumably it will not take too much of our time."<br/><br/>Sitting on his haunches, he gave the three men a closer look.  Two of them seemed to share resemblance to each other, though they had a different pattern of fur.  Humans called it facial hair, but fur was fur.  Unlike gnolls, they had much less, and sometimes grew it or cut it completely, or ornamented it.  Some bemoaned the lack of it on the top of their heads, while others deliberately removed it.  It was... amusing.  He paused for a second?  Wait, how did he know this?  He had just met these humans, and he couldn't remember a time when he met any other.  How did this information suddenly appear in his head?  Why was it that useless information seemed to float to his memory unheeded, but every time he searched it was a struggle he couldn't win?  Perhaps there was a key to this then, some kind of trick.<br/><br/>Before he could muse any further, and whether or not the two similar men were from the same litter or not, the female gnoll had returned, now with a female human.<br/>"Any longer and I may have died of old age, little one," the gnoll grunted.  "This would be the other matter I was talking about.  Female human, we are having a peace talk.  I would have your name, so I know who I am dealing with."