Hitting each of the gnolls across the face with the hilt of his rapier out of frustration, Tanner finally realizes that he'll get no information out of these dog-faced creatures. So moving to the cleric's body, he'll quickly search him for information or writing or items of interest that might help them going forward. Then, turning to his companions, he'll say, "I can get nothing more from them. Are there any tracks that we can follow still? It seems they probably took Glennifar up towards the ridge, so we must still be careful of traps and ambushes. And two of the gnolls fled, and probably have carried a warning of our arrival to whatever group is holding Glennifar. We should move forward, but probably with the stealthiest and the best trackers in the lead, and the noisiest in the rear. Agreed?"
A tall, gangly human youth looks at you, his questioning green eyes filled with the energy and enthusiasm of youth. Clad in a fine chain shirt with a buckler emblazoned with crossed lute and sword, he wears an Elven rapier at his side and a rustic lute over his shoulder.