"Indeed. Well, we'll have to be wary, then." Almah replied with a frown, but shook her head after a moment. "No matter. Excellent work, Erel, you have not betrayed my expectations. After we're done here, you can go get healing from our priest. Someone deal with the...corpse, please?"<br/><br/>"I'll take it. Need a trophy to scare the damned things off." Dashki growled, and quickly fashioned a makeshift noose around its neck, then tied the pugwumpi to his staff as a trophy.<br/><br/>Almah suppressed a sigh, and called Phyrreth, Syral, and Zyrah over. Nodding to them, she began speaking firmly. "All of you know that I had you brought here to aid in an important task. Years ago, the battle-market of Kelmarane hosted merchants that ranged between Katapesh and Osirion. But a mysterious disaster drove those who lived their mad, and the town was cleansed by the Pactmaster Guard, then abandoned as not worth the effort. At last the Pactmasters have decided that Kelmarane is needed once more, and wish me to reclaim it in their names. Your task is to help cleanse the infestation of gnolls from the town, that it might become fit for travel once more."<br/><br/>"Oh? And how much does this little task award?" Asked Syral.<br/><br/>"Two hundred gold each, along with the potential to gain more." Almah replied with a thin smile. "And, of course, anything you take off the bodies."<br/><br/>"That seems a bit low, but acceptable. Are we looking at lots of the hyena-faced creatures?" Phyrreth asked herself, greed in her eyes.<br/><br/>"We aren't certain, but no more than forty in the region, we believe." Almah added, then quirked an eyebrow at Erel, as Zyrah was staying silent.