My internet seems to be flooded with gnolls and hyenas today, so I had to get this lady (cough) out before I went mad.

She's a gnoll shaman. Gnolls are grave-robbers, at one with the soil, the dirt, and everything that dies and grows in it. She patches up the warriors who come back from a night's plundering, with various mosses, pastes and sometimes just a good telling-off.

Many things grow on a gnoll - pretty flowers, shoots and mushrooms. We advise strongly against eating any of them. Gnolls adorn themselves with trinkets from raves - this shaman is particularly fond of beads.

If you don't hear the cackling laughter first, you will soon smell a gnoll. They give off a composty air, and are often accompanied by flies.