[@bloonewb]

Rughoi's makeshift army had formed quickly. The situation had been ripe for the picking; he just happened to be the right kobold in the right place at the right time. The region was already lawless, and many Traeton's soldiers had been willing to sell him their services for cheap. Given how long it was since many of them were last paid, this was no surprise. Some of these men were siege engineers, and they were more than willing to teach their kobold counterparts in exchange for a share of the spoils. 

One of Rughoi's "generals" was a tribal chief by the name of Rama. He had been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. Traeton's king had hired out his men as laborers in exchange for pay, and they hadn't received any of it for years. 

"Sire! I have returned." Rama knew that these grandiose titles were something of a game. Most kobolds were gullible enough to taken in by them, and Rughoi's status as a half-dracon gave him a built-in advantage in terms of size and the prestige which went with it. To many kobolds, he must have appeared to be blessed by the dragons, giving their actions done under his command a sort of divine sanction. 

He looked at Largon for a moment and laughed, his laughter temporarily disrupting his report to Rughoi. "Oh... sorry about that, my lord. Anyway, my scouting is complete. My tribe reports that the Rockblade and Red Shadow dracon tribes are willing to assist us in attacking the city. They've agreed to provide a distraction for us. If we attack from underneath the city, they are willing to attack the walls at the same time, so as to draw the city's forces away from us. Once we get in the city, we can open the gates. Once that happens, it will be over fairly quickly. The main issue now is how we are going to divide the spoils. Your other allies have given me a list of demands, if I may read them." 

[@Eviledd1984]

"We have a guest room for you. On the second floor, near the stairs" Adykon explained. "And there's no need to avert your eyes. All of the females in a dracon household are dressed like Aerta is now. No one is offended if you look at them. Just don't stare. We'll be having breakfast at nine in the morning tomorrow, so please get some sleep."

Looking at one's feet was a sign of embarrassment among the dracons, so it gave a rather humble impression when Smith did it.

[@WingsOfBronze]

"They can be found in a number of places, but these are of particularly high quality. For our purposes, these are the best" Ophion explained. "The creatures here aren't so dangerous. Let me show you." He planted his feet firmly on the sandy ground and pointed his right hand at one of the "ants." He spread his three fingers and thumb apart so that his palm was facing the beast, and formed a yellow-orange-white fireball. 

The flame shot out and hit the creature, killing it and sending the others scurrying. "Don't feel guilty for killing them, by the way. They're just like overgrown roaches. And no, I am not sure if they are endemic to the dracon lands."