Gnolls

Jameson readied his crossbow, hearing the sound of movement in the surrounding swamp. As the slayer stepped out of the treeline, he relaxed somewhat, however the shaggy form that followed him had his finger right back onto the trigger. The shaggy, grimy creature looked at him and smiled, its long canines pronounced as it pulled its hands away from its weapons. It slowly moved its hands to its beltpouch, pulling a long fat snake out and offering it towards Jameson.