Quick as you can, you take cover inside the large bush... and see a small gang of imps fly by, led by the "survivor" from your camp only a few hours ago. He really hadn't been lying when he said they would come down on you quickly... but apparently, in their fervor, they aren't looking very closely at their surroundings, and a moment later all six of the devils are gone from sight.<br/><br/>However, before you can move you feel<em>something</em>slide a hand around the back of your throat, and a sharp point digging into your spine.<br/><br/><em>"Shilly elf... why are you leading Devilsh to my home?"</em>The voice is a deep, heavy bass, rumbling like a distant thunderstorm, and the hand is<em>large</em>... easily twice as big as your own.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the hand that's gripping your neck is placed so as to prevent you from turning around... but you can feel see brown fur, and feel rough, padded fingertips with long sharp claws. Similar to the hands of the gnolls back by the kobold village... and different, all at once.