Dorisma followed the discussion on the variances in species quite interestedly. She was unaware that there were so many types of kobold, she had faintly assumed that all kobolds were the same for some reason. However thinking about it carefully she realized that even among ogres there were several different types. There were the mountain ogres with pale white skin. The ogres that lived deep underground with nearly pitch black skin. Of course Dorisma's own people with deep green-brown color and she had ever heard rumors of a tribe that lived by the ocean with blue colored skin.

"Your camp good." she said to the troll, it wasn't perfect but she suspected it was better than anything she could do. After all a chief's daughter had little experience with such mundane tasks even in such a strained environment. "I help corpse, what do?" she asked the fishman. "Maybe blue kobold- name Robert? Find water." Dorisma told the kobold. If necessary she could dig a grave although it seemed more like the fishman-R'lyeh would probably want to offer the corpse to the old gods or something.