"Oouga..." he fell silent frustrated. So, he had trouble pronouncing the common languge, huh? Well, actions would have to speak for him. He gestured to the stretcher. "Oouga... lift."He tried to approach and was knocked back by something invisible. Confused, he got up from his bum and looked at the man with the shield. "Friend? Oouga friend?"
He then wrinkled his nose and sniffed, whirling around in a fighting-protective crouch. Stepping around the bend was a man about knee-high on the Gnoll flind. He had leng white hair, but was bald on top. Dressed in a flowing robe, he looked strangely amused and detached. "Welcome, Pit Fighter. You have been on your own too long." With a wave of his hand, a whip appeared at Oouga's feet.
Then, amid protests and declarations, Dungeon Master walked back around the conrner, without answering his pupils. He was, as always, gone.
Oouga looked at the whip, then gingerly picked it up, revealling a long 'entwining' scar along his left forearm that he'd received when he had first arrived. He looked at the others. "Who strange man?"
