It was always nice to at least be taken seriously by some people, and Twich took the time to memorize those few that had at least listened to what he had to say and acknowledged them in return. While the red demon that said he/it was going to go and secure the blacksmith was gone before a reply could be given, the fairy was given a proper nod of the head and a "[color=f7941d]Good hunting.[/color]" in return before she zoomed off.

The man that had summoned a pony mount for him was given a lot more consideration then the others, even more so due to his question for potions. After a moment, he removed a small vial that was filled with a dull red liquid from its pouch and threw it over to the human to hopefully catch. "[color=f7941d]Minor healing potion. Encourages the healing of minor wounds. Not much I know but its the only thing that I have that would be of use to you.[/color]"

His peace said and his debt repaid, Twich mounted his newly summoned pony and sprang into action by charging down into the village much faster then he would have on foot. The combined actions of his fellow champions efforts was more then enough to ensure that the little kobold was more or less ignored on his trip to the first of the granaries. 

Arriving to find the granary more or less intact and somewhat ignored in all the chaos, the kobold got off of his pony in order to make sure everything was in order and that the area was more or less secure. As he was climbed up the ladder to look inside and make sure all was well, he heard the sound of movement down below alongside rallying cries. Turning to look at the source of all the noise, Twich's eyes narrowed a little as he noticed that some of the townsfolk seemed to be trying to organize themselves into some last ditch defense... or maybe an organized attempt at escaping the raiders. Strength and numbers and what not...

Taking advantage of not being seen just yet, Twich removed a vial filled with something black from its pouch on his jacket before lobbing it towards the group. Part skill and part luck, it landed right in the middle of the group...

[b]BOOM [/b]

Those at the center of the group (Most likely the leaders that the rest of them were rallying behind) were reduced to a red mist by the explosion. Those far enough away to not die instantly were deafened and harmed by the shockwave of the blast and peppered with the human remains of those who had been closer to the explosion; Bone fragments were nasty things after all. Those who were on the edges of the crowd and this escaped harm completely by distance and the meatshields that were their more unlucky peers turned and fled screaming from the blast, taking their chances on their own in their panic. 

Job done in breaking local resistance, Twich turned his attention on making sure the granary was secure and everything was in working order. Once his task was completed, he would crave the symbol of the Dungeon Keeper into the granary door before going down the ladder again and mounting his little pony once more. If he was quick enough, he could get the second granary as well. Supplies were always welcome after all...