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[sblock=OOC]"Pugwampis?" you ask. "What the heck are Pugwampis?"
I'm so glad you asked . . . please allow me to explain!
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Noting the skeptical look in Houwlou's cold eyes, Dashki rushes to elucidate.
“Terrible critters what crawled up from the Darklands below the earth. ‘Jackal rats,’ some folks call ’em, on account of their pointed little heads. They worship gnolls as gods and infest their communities like rats. Wherever pugwampis go, bad luck is sure to follow. The gnolls hate pugwampis because of it, and try to kill them all the time. But they always come back. Perhaps their bad luck caused the fortune-man’s candles to start a fire? Yes, pugwampis. I am certain it was pugwampis.”
[sblock=OOC]None of you has ever heard of these creatures.[/sblock]
Almah listens attentively at Dashki goes on about the 'jackal rats,' carefully noting the mercenaries' reactions. When he finishes, she leans back in her chair.
“I hired Dashki for his knowledge of Gnolls and of this area," she says. "It would seem foolish then to ignore his advice on the subject. If my expert is correct the hills around here should be crawling with these Pugwampis, or at least some sign of their passage. If what he says is true, it should be easy for him to find one and bring it back to me.”
The merchant princess turns to the PCs. “As he is, however, our best suspect in this affair, it would not do to send him out into the darkness alone. I’m afraid that your investigation is not yet at and end. Please accompany Dashki out into the desert and find me one of these pugwampis.”
[sblock=OOC]"Pugwampis?" you ask. "What the heck are Pugwampis?"
I'm so glad you asked . . . please allow me to explain!

Noting the skeptical look in Houwlou's cold eyes, Dashki rushes to elucidate.
“Terrible critters what crawled up from the Darklands below the earth. ‘Jackal rats,’ some folks call ’em, on account of their pointed little heads. They worship gnolls as gods and infest their communities like rats. Wherever pugwampis go, bad luck is sure to follow. The gnolls hate pugwampis because of it, and try to kill them all the time. But they always come back. Perhaps their bad luck caused the fortune-man’s candles to start a fire? Yes, pugwampis. I am certain it was pugwampis.”
[sblock=OOC]None of you has ever heard of these creatures.[/sblock]
Almah listens attentively at Dashki goes on about the 'jackal rats,' carefully noting the mercenaries' reactions. When he finishes, she leans back in her chair.
“I hired Dashki for his knowledge of Gnolls and of this area," she says. "It would seem foolish then to ignore his advice on the subject. If my expert is correct the hills around here should be crawling with these Pugwampis, or at least some sign of their passage. If what he says is true, it should be easy for him to find one and bring it back to me.”
The merchant princess turns to the PCs. “As he is, however, our best suspect in this affair, it would not do to send him out into the darkness alone. I’m afraid that your investigation is not yet at and end. Please accompany Dashki out into the desert and find me one of these pugwampis.”