"Son of a....!" Screamed the fleeing man. His body was in full speed as he didn't even dare to look back. His eyes kept forward with fear of being captured. His gray skin matched his white long hair. his Yellow big eyes scanned for a way to escape but, with no such luck. If he could only reach the town he could merely change his form to blend with the crowd. "All for a couple gold....." He glared at the money in his hand.
It all started when he noticed a gnoll just after battle. He couldn't resist the chance to get easy money or atleast he thought. For a gnoll that just went through a heavy battle she was energetic.
"Just alittle furth...." Unfortunately his luck was still going sour as the changeling trips on a root from a tree. the bag of gold flies out of his hand as he hits the ground. He tries his best to scurry up to his feet.
It all started when he noticed a gnoll just after battle. He couldn't resist the chance to get easy money or atleast he thought. For a gnoll that just went through a heavy battle she was energetic.
"Just alittle furth...." Unfortunately his luck was still going sour as the changeling trips on a root from a tree. the bag of gold flies out of his hand as he hits the ground. He tries his best to scurry up to his feet.