A particularily tall Gnoll with an unhealthy glow to his eyes looks over his assembled ad-hoc team. The Gnoll bears a large shield and sword along with set of well used plate armor. All of the gear looks as if it had been bashed into a rough shape of what it's supposed to be with jagged edges and unsmooth surfaces all over.

Gryllik listens to each other member in turn but says nothing back. He merely continues his hyena-giggle, much like the previous half day, and stares at the entrance to the arena with open anticipation.

The gnoll's shield bears a mark of Kord in red paint sloshed across the business end.

It's about time, the Paladin thinks to himself.