“Hrr. What a delightful child. Is she one of yours?” Regrika looked around the table. The faces of the Gnolls froze over for a second and Erin coughed. “Uh, that’s Mrsha, Miss Blackpaw. She’s—well, she’s part of the family at the inn, really. Her family was—uh—”
The gnolls know something's wrong. Regrika, as a gnoll, should have known what white fur means, and Venitra clearly does not.
