Lucan, male human pit fighter.
Lucan grins at the sight of the diminuative Zook give stick to Manzanita. Lucan has seen enough pointless killing in his day. But if letting them go just means them coming back later to try and kill him again then ... well, lets just say that Lucan wouldn't call killing them now pointless.
But if there is a way to benefit from not killing them ...
Zook stalks off and puts his offer to the gnolls. Now that, Lucan didn't expect. The logic of Zook's approach brings a frown to Lucan's face. Its not alright to kill them, but it is alright to put them in a position to be killed by others. They have a weapon in hand, they live or die by their own ability. That line of reasoning is one Lucan is all to familier with.
Lucan also wonders how Zook intends to insure that the gnolls do not simply turn on the party as soon as the battle is engaged. And what in intends to do afterwards, as if anything will have changed. Zook has not, Lucan decides, made anything any easier.
Lucan steps over to the gnolls. He adopts the insolant swagger that served him so well in the areas.
"Although, just in case its not clear. When Zook says fight alongside us, he means that loosely. You will, more properly speaking, be in front of us, where we can see you. Try anything, and you will be cut down where you stand. But serve the Lord of the Forest well, and, for your efforts, you will be spared to take a message back to whoever sent you.
"Never let is said the Lord of the Forest is not a generous man."
The words of Lucan's old master roll off his tongue without being bidden. Lucan never hated his master more than when he used to say that. It was his master's favourite way of indicating that the consequences of failure would be ... unpleasant.