You find yourself awakened by a sudden jostle within a cramped barrel, you fell in upon your Spelljammer being boarded by unfamiliar hostiles. You hear a cacophony of cackles and laughs from just outside of the barrel as you hear more barrels being rolled around you into storage, you fear the worst as you remember the faces of the tall hostiles, which looked to be those of hyenas. you are trapped on a ship of gnolls, surrounded and uncomfortable as you lay in the tight barrel, thankfully unnoticed by the gnolls yet