"The gnolls, yes. I don't much care for them. I'm a simple man, down on my luck a bit. Gamble too much, you see. Needed a bit of cash, and ahem, a new place to go. I met this man, Causticus, he calls himself. He said he could use my talents. Paid me quite a bit of money. Promised me more. Says he just wants me to impersonate this KaziKazi to keep the gnolls in line. Said he'd help me out. And he did. Wasn't too hard. A few illusions. Food and weapons delivered as if by magic. I never had to kill anyone. But this Causticus, the more I worked for him,...er, you don't work for him do you?" The man squirms a bit, and tries to sit down. He's breathing quite heavily, and sweating.