Here's my Gnollvember contribution!

A few days later, the outpost received the answer from the four nations.
All agreed on a meeting at Birakath in two weeks.
It meant, for the settlers, the gnolls, the mercenaries and our protagonists, that it was time to leave the oupost (temporarily, for the first two) and prepare for this meeting.
Preparatives were made, and everyone went down the mountain, back to the ground levels of Birakath.

While the meeting was being prepared, Coelho prepared discreet reunions between the gnolls and the families they left behind, all these years ago.
The families had been prepared thanks to the letters exchanged duriing all these past weeks, but many tears of joy were still shed.

Rokk, on the other hand, was really not at ease.
Having already had his happy reunion, and being the de facto leader of the gnolls, he had to prepare for the meeting and the announcement of the fifth species to the world.
And it wracked his nerves.
"I'm a merchant, not a politician!" he protested after the umpteenth rework of a speech for the meeting.
"Imagine that you'll be facing other merchants, then!" replied the elf.
"It's been years since I had to deal with people like that, I lost the habit! And these clothes don't help!"
He tugged at the collar of the clothes he'd wear for the meeting, a duplicate of Coelho's High Alchemist costume.
"They have been modified to be adapted to your size."
"They're still stifling! And non-fur-based clothes on top of fur... It just doesn't feel right!"
Coelho sighed.

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