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"Thank goodness your growth directed you towards the east," said Coelho once Rokk shrank back. "The Gnolls' existence hasn't been officially announced yet, so I don't dare to imagine the mass panic it would have caused if you had been seen..."
Rokk snorted.
"I fail to see how it is funny," grumbled the elf.
"No, not that," protested the gnoll. "It's just... Before launching the expedition, I made a bet with Snivs, a rival merchant, about if the colonization of the summits would be a success or not. Once the public announcement is finally made, I fully intend to go and tell him "Hey, Snivs. Guess who won the bet, bitch!". And with what you said, I imagined pulling that while being bigger than the mountains, with a foot next to the town and big enough to cover it. The face he'd make then would be uproarious!"
He laughed.
"...Say, maybe..."
"NO," barked Coelho.
Rokk pouted, making Cletus, Vathek and Carrios laugh.

Art by  BuckdaSystem
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