"You know, when I saw this many people, I expected a party!" boomed a larger-than-life voice full of mirth and spirit.
An imposing figure emerged from the group's outskirts. He was taller than any human and covered in reddish-brown fur. He was, in fact, a Gnoll. Yet his savage visage was offset by lightly armored garb of a traveling bard.
"I see nor hear any such thing! But worry not! The great Thrax is here!" He gave his odd axe-lute a strum, filling the air with an invigorating thrum as he stepped nearer to the fire.
He played an energetic tune and sang a song of epic battle and heroes long buried, a song of victory and celebration. His voice was rough, but also smooth, well suited to raising the morale of weary travelers.
"Now somebody give me a beat!" he said, pausing to chug some ale.