"If it's him, then he's in danger. These uprisings never end well for kobolds. Not for long. They might seize a town or even a small city, but all that does is to invite interference from more powerful dracon realms, which crush the rebels" Aerta got up and took Krakas' right hand and the injured dracon female's left hand. "With your permission, I'm going to teleport us to my husband, Adykon. He'll be able to deal with this, whatever the problem is. Is that okay?"

The injured female gave a weak nod, leading Aerta to turn her head in the direction of the female kobold. 

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The city of Traeton had fallen onto hard times lately. First, old king Mithrionen had died, leaving an incompetent pleasure-seeking son in charge. The current king, Mitron, was more interested in pursuing females and sport than running the kingdom. Too busy indulging himself to rule, Mitron had let corrupt ministers run the city with titles and powers largely awarded on the basis of connections and flattery. Misrule had led the city into three successive defeats with other cities, a minor victory against migratory dracon tribes, and a serious plague which infected the city's strained armies and burdened its healers to their limit. 

Many merchants avoided Traeton to avoid the sickness and high taxes which came to characterize the city. Although the disease itself had halted its ravages a year ago, the city's recovery was stunted by the needless expenditure of tax money on frivolities by the king. His celebration marking the end of the plague was in reality little more than an excuse to spend more cash, and the city's coffers were stretched to the breaking point. Its walls were ill-maintained and with little pay, few of the city's sentries bothered to do their job. Crime was rife, with the only safe places in the city being those which were fortunate enough to be protected by highly paid private guards. On top of that, unpaid mercenaries who had worked for the city eagerly sought a way to extract their cash, and several dracon tribes which had faced defeat at Traeton's hands sought revenge. The city was ripe for a takeover, if only someone could pull these elements together.