War On Mudpaw

If these Venture Co. folk up there weren't enough, just beyond this measly pond are the grubby paws of the gnolls, cackling and growling at us. All. The. Time. If I weren't busy guarding these dunderheads here, I'd get my bludgeon and teach them a lesson or two myself. But I can't. And it makes me mad.

Eager to earn some coin? Bash some of their heads in and I'll make it worth your while. Bring me their armbands as proof, I don't trust anyone's word here - and you'd do the same if you know what's best for you.

I've been watching them ever since I was assigned this post here. Some of them are acting even more unreasonably than those squeaky gnomes.

I do wonder, what purpose do these serve? Some kind of tribal colour? Or maybe even more? Whatever, it doesn't really matter to me. Thank you, pal. These will be very useful in the outhouse.