Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Attila sweeps into the room with Thudarr and Wing not far behind. Huddled in the farthest corner of the room behind a mound of debris is a dog-faced humanoid creature about the size of a halfling. Attila can hear it sniffing the air, and its ears perk up as she enters, crossbow at the ready.
"No!" the creature whimpers. "Please! No! I didn't mean to!"
"No!" the creature whimpers. "Please! No! I didn't mean to!"