<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Don’t attack, I mean you no harm!”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Spinning at the sound the man also attempts to jump away, though the wall blocks him and he awkwardly falls to a stool instead, brandishing a wooden spoon defensively.  “Nyeah, you’re not going to get me, I rebuke you—what?”  His eyes finally focus on Alice, finally seeing the elf girl standing there, and not some abyssal monster he apparently expected.  “You’re not like the other girls, are ya?” he tests, cautiously optimistic against his underlying paranoia.  “Well, I can’t really do anything about it, so if you want to look at the leg, anything is probably better than nothing…”<br/><br/>Pushing out the leg, it is wrapped with many layers of torn clothes, and a bad-looking lump shows a broken bone unset.  “Those other girls, they came looking all nice too, having a good old time with the boys, carrying on for hours before leading them off to the forest.  I was stuck on account of the leg here—an incident with a falling tree as you can imagine—but then I wake up from a fever-sleep to silence.  I hobble around to see where everyone’s left off too, but I see them, I see the others them girls left behind.  The ones they drained up dry like squeezed-out fruit rinds!”  He shudders at the image still stuck with him.<br/><br/>“People back home, they might throw around the label ‘suck-you-bus,’ but around these parts, you’d think men would know better.”  He shakes his head in condemnation, but then grimaces, “On the other hand, if one of those ladies had come to my hut, well, I’d have given them whatever they wanted too, leg and fever or not.  I suppose this was just a slower death sentence than what those poor souls got,” he mused, patting his leg.<br/><br/>“I’m just waiting for this to heal, and see if any more gnoll slaves escape or get put here to work the mill.  It’s better than running around out there to be hunted down by gnolls or worse monsters.  If you’re keen to see what happened to the others, well, I don’t imagine anything better waits for them, but those demon-girls took the rest of the lot to the woods, toward the great big statue of that gnoll-god, ‘Yeen-goo.’  There’s nothing else out there I know about ‘cept that.”  He points towards the woods, away from where the party came.  They can indeed see a vast forest, as well as some huge structure rising above the treeline, apparently some grand approximation of the might and glory of Yeenoghu surveying his domain, despite the yellow forest crowding its base.<br/><br/>“Thing is, those demon girls were a rare sight around here.  I don’t know much about the abyss or monsters and such, but they at least were a welcome sight from the gnolls and axe-beaks and monstrous hyenas and more; usually everything just wants to eat you.  Well, I guess some of us they did, they just died happier.  In any case th’ girls said they were having ‘fun being bad on vacation.’  I don’t know what a demon’s idea of bad is, but I don’t want to know.”<br/><br/>[Taking 10 to heal can set the bone, causing a good deal of pain to undo what had healed already, but allowing it to set and heal properly with more comfort thereafter.]