Alexius peered down into the old cave, contemplating whether or not to follow his compatriots. Sure, he had lived under these caves his whole childhood, but now looking at it as a grown (and educated) kobold he's starting to suspect a few structural fallacies in the caves. Is it his paranoid imagination? Is it real? He gave an experimental step inside, fully expecting the roof to crash down on him like the open mouth that it resembles. Nothing. Maybe it's just him.

The interior of the caves were noticeably cooler than the outside, something Alexius can appreciate. Every cave was connected to another room or opening, creating a complex and confusing system to non-tribesmen. Because of this, the distant sound of conversing was always present. 

"So how has the tribe been?" he asked Grek, desperately trying to be friendly to his new acquaintance.