Dead Gnolls

If Karlach thought she had finally escaped ****, those dreams were quickly dashed.

Coming over a ridge, she came across a horrible scene. A road covered in the mutilated bodies of dead gnolls. The monsters lay bloody and dismembered, their hyena pets meeting a similar fate. While gnolls were not the friendliest of creatures, there was something sinister in how they had been dispatched with. The sheer amount of blood and gore... it did not bode well.

Doing her best to ignore the carnage, Karlach surveyed her surroundings. The trail of gnolls seemed to lead North, across a bridge and to a tollhouse. Perhaps whoever slayed those gnolls was over there, if she desired to meet them.

On the contrary, the gnolls seemed to have arrived here from the west, their tracks having come down from the mountains. Maybe she could find their leader and figure out the reason for the massacre. Not that the hyena folk were famous for negotiating.

Finally, towards the south, Karlach spied a town. This was most likely the safest path, and her best chance to find a way to remove this thing from her skull.