Thargol
Thargol flinched as another branch struck him, barely an inch above his left eye. Squinting against the sun and his fear, he looked ahead"Rather inconsiderate of our guide" he thought, eyeing the gnoll ahead.
"Not that I would complain or bring it up. We have disharmony coming up as it is. No, this I will endure.......Nevertheless, I´ll find myself a good, wide brimmed hat at the next oppurtunity"
And in this moment, again, he barely ducked beneath a low branch, only to be struck in the face again by another one. He flinched, and bared his teeth for maybe a small fraction of a second......