"My name is Beth," the mother said.  As the gnoll stroked her shoulder, the fabric of the gown moved aside.  It was loose in the front anyway, showing all her ample cleavage.  My oldest daughter is Shylee.  She is humble, and obedient.  She knows a lot about farming.  The younger is Rachel...she is more willful, and is just learning how to hunt.  Shylee had no interest in...boy stuff like that, but Rachel does."  She finished chopping up the vegetables, put them in the pot.  Next she went to a shelf with seasonings.  "Shylee is also a good cook."  She stirred in the seasonings.  "So, where do gnolls come from?"