Jake Thin

The gnolls whisper that Jake once walked alone into the deepest tunnels and returned carrying bones marked by magic older than the clan. Since that day, he has kept apart from the pack, sharpening his claws on stone and speaking to shadows no other gnoll can see. Younger gnolls mock him from a distance. None mock him twice.

Among the snarling packs of Blackburrow, one name is spoken with unusual caution: Jake Thin. He is not the largest of the gnolls, nor the loudest, nor the most decorated by trophies of war. That is what makes him dangerous. Jake survives because he watches. He listens. He waits until stronger fools have fallen, then takes what remains.