“What are you? Some form of dog?” Staring at it, his eyes filled with wonder. He carried on, “Can you understand me? You seem intelligent enough or you won’t be here. Maybe I’m mistaken with the rules of entry here.”

If stray had not been sitting down, the man would not have tried that to a Gnoll standing 6'6" Stray didn't mind the petting thing, he could deal with that, he had before, it was the calling him a dog, that ticked him off. 'calm down, he's probably never seen a Gnoll before.'

"Yes I can understand you, I am not exceedingly intelligent, but I would venture to say a bit above average. I would just like to say one thing, and this goes for everyone. NEVER, under any circumstances call me dog, or mutt, okay, I'm a Gnoll."