"Ha. Frightening to elves, maybe, who value their "beauty" above all else. Frightening to weaklings who fear to risk their bodies for her blessing. But not so frightening to us..." The gnoll's tongue lolls out a bit as he leers at you again, running the flat of his kukri against your exposed thigh.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he sheathes his dagger and moves around you to stand up by your head, squatting down to look into your eyes.<br/><br/>"So, I ask you. Which is more frightening... Death, or the Mother of Monsters?" As he speaks, he pulls the pendant from around his neck, and dangles it in front of your eyes.<br/>