You are on the run. The Zayan Empire is no longer your home. Once, in a better time, you were known as ${character.name}, a ${Choose a title or occupation. Eg}. Your time in Zayan was spent in the vicinity of rich men and their many spouses, colorful bazaars selling exotic items, beautiful desert scenery, and of course, Gnolls.

In the heart of the Puapa desert lies the Zayan Empire. Originally, the creatures called Gnolls roamed these lands in peaceful native tribes. They were forcefully expunged from their lands by the imperializing humans, displaced all across the desert. The Gnolls who fought back were met with harsh resistance, eventually becoming slaves for the Zayan people. Nowadays, Gnolls are a luxury commodity, and many Zayan humans own Gnolls to do housework, construction work, or whatever they see fit.

There are few remaining tribes of Gnolls left in the Puapa desert. Some escaped Gnoll slaves have formed more civilized communities compared to their feral brethren.

And this is where you find yourself when you come to. You slowly open your eyes, acutely aware of the painful bruise on your head. The last thing you remember is escaping the Empire because ${Why are you on the run?}. You remember walking into unfamiliar territory, a sharp whooping howl, and then you were knocked out.

In front of you stands a whole tribe of Gnolls. You can tell they’re feral because of their loincloths, bows, spears, exotic fur paint, and especially because a few of them wear hand carved masks with feathers attached to them. Your arms are tied behind your back, restrained to a wooden post in the ground. The Gnolls whisper to each other in their native tongue. You can safely assume that none of them can speak a lick of Common. Eventually a single one steps from the group.

${Gender pronoun of your Gnoll ambassador} walks up to you and kneels before you, studying your face intensely.