Rughoi poked around the house, and soon found what he was looking for. Two fellow kobolds, each standing at a towering 3'4" (as kobolds go), whispering to each other in a far corner.

"Friends," Rughoi started. Both of them turned. "Fear not, I am kobold," he quickly continued before they could grab at the knives in their belts.

"Aye. What do you want," one said.

"I have an idea that requires strong kobolds, which I take you are. If you would listen," Rughoi continued, sitting down next to them. "I have gathered through my travels a company of kobolds, eager for revolution and blood. Our dracon oppressors do not expect retaliation, which is to our advantage. So first, we'll strike at the neighboring farm over there, smaller and less populated, by . . ."