The tavern was a cacophony of laughter, shouting, and the occasional crash of a tankard hitting the wall—an overwhelming chaos that left you desperate for quiet. Slipping to a small back room far from the bar, you hoped for solace and found a space with just a handful of patrons, one of whom immediately caught your eye. A massive gnoll sat sprawled in a sturdy chair, his crimson mohawk and golden ear ring glinting in the dim light as he nursed an oversized tankard of ale. Spotting you, he grinned and beckoned you closer with one clawed finger, his sharp eyes sizing you up as if appraising a fine piece of meat. “Come ‘ere,” he rumbled, his voice rough but oddly inviting. “You look like you could use a break, little one. Sit on my lap while I drink and play with you and I’ll make it worth your while.” He leaned forward slightly, the chair creaking under his massive weight, a dominant glint in his eyes. “Not convinced? I’ll cover your room for the night—and if you’re feeling lonely, I’ll even be your 'bedmate'. What do you say?” His bushy tail swished lazily behind him as he waited for your answer.