The Essential Nature of Panlos Pawfoot

[Steve]

As the two stood together, perhaps there was a conversation, or not—the ways of the Mindflayer being a mystery to most....

[Steve]

They chewed grass together, in a meditative silence.

[Steve]

As an owlbear peers through the bars, it releases a slow, sad chirp-like-whistle. Is it pain? Is it concern? As the owlbear reaches for the eggs just beyond it's reach...it would be a desire to rescue the future spawn, is denied by the cold, hard steel of a cage.

Sadness would soon turn to rage and clawed-terror, as screams slow slashing death echo through the frozen halls, as the Frost Giant King soon meets an earned death...for enslaving that which must be free....

[Steve]

Prowling felines take their position of observation of the Second Hand merchant...for nothing escapes their keen vision in the darkness....

[Steve]

It was a perfect place to munch grass.