The two of them stood there, quiet and rather light on clothing, for a few awkward seconds. Kutur was not a charismatic kobold, not by any definition. He knew not how to wrangle with his words, especially not with beautiful girls. "Uhh . . . ahh . . . " he mumbled, in his head cursing how his tongue would slip up when he thought words would come.
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"The wagons have arrived outside the city walls, Your Might," came a report from a guard captain. Rughoi took a deep breath and readied himself for the meeting.

"Let them in. Take their weapons, and do not allow any soldiers or guards within the palace walls. I will have to hear what these dracons have to say, despite good evidence to the contrary. Find my magister. I would feel better if Kutur were here."