The voices stop as the door opens, and in your peripheral you can see Eyefang and the three lackey mites from earlier, and all staring at your exposed sex and the position you've gotten yourself into.<br/><br/>After a moment of silence, the gnoll finally speaks to his companions again.<br/><br/>"I already said that I was aware of my duties. Go to the breaking room, and I will be there shortly." The mites start to babble in undercommon, but the hyena monster wheels around on them and snarls. "I WILL BE THERE, NOW GO!!"<br/><br/>Squeaking, the mites turn and dart from the room, and your captor turns to you, taking you in for a moment before letting loose with one of those eerie hyena-laughs.<br/><br/>"You have either embraced Lamashtu's favor entirely, and are eagerly prostrating yourself before me... or have just made your first escape attempt..." The gnoll chuckles and wraps a strong hand around each of your shoulders, and bodily pulls you back to where you started, your hands beneath you in the bedding.<br/><br/>"Now, elfling, it seems that your respite will be extended. They want to smash the bone tonight, and Razormane hungers for the reward that damnable Tartuk has offered him..." As he talks, the gnoll moves over to one of the walls and opens a secret compartment, and returns with an earthen jar.<br/><br/>"And I am sure you will try to escape again. You may even succeed, and flee this place before I can return... It's doubtful, but anything can happen, and the mites are complaining of a ghost in their hallways..."<br/><br/>The gnoll kneels down beside you and props your head up on his knee, and he presses the jar up against your lips. A smell, bitter and familiar, assaults your nose...<br/><br/>"Drink..."