Surprise quickly washed away the kobold's nervous and tired expression. Her eyes settled on the Dragonborn expecting some form of trick in his words. But well, he turned too quickly before she could make such an assessment. She'd always found the creatures to be prideful, and often honor bound in some way. It certainly was jaw dropping to Lilt that one would make such a quick answer, especially when the creature in question served a master typically seen as Evil.

Still... she found it best to not look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, Lilt would likely join her companions in the afterlife without a chaperone. And she'd rather take her chance with a gamble, then a sure thing. So the little kobold slowly rose to her feet and regarded the impromptu party members.

A fool could certainly read the room. And a fool she had probably been. She likely gave them an additional reason to behead her if her risk-vs-reward ever came into question. A small thought that added another pound of stress to her heart, and shaved yet another few more years off of her lifespan.

She spoke again. This time in common. Her words came out slowly with an occasional pause and a hissy lisp. There was also a brief hesitation in her words, breaking it up into a stutter that was a mix of both nervousness and contemplation. She knew common, and knew it well. But without reason for frequent use, she had fell a bit out of practice. [color=ec008c]"Kobold knowssssss... li-little more than tall onesss. These ruins are ancient... with many treasure-seekers seeking their fortune. The am-bition vast... their friendship..."[/color] There was a brief pause. Her gaze darted nervously to each of the group, [color=ec008c]"... lacking. Blood of m-ma-many bath thissss... land. Bite of comp-pe-petiton. Bite of monsterssss. Then, my ma-m,master sssseess ssssuch... magic sssshinies to hissss... collection not worth risssk. He findsss i-idea of having a Ssssword of Dragon SsssSlaying conveniently placed in hisss horde asssss massively idiotic. Ssso... koboldsss not heard hisstory... from massster. Little reasssooon to remember."[/color]

Lilt did feel rather guilty about not being able to offer more than that after the Dragonborn's promise. But... the sentiment was shallow as it was an investment... and she'll have to make it worth the trouble later.

While the group contemplated the red head, who may be a red herring, she approached the Dragonborn closely. She moved in such a way to put the towering man between herself and the others. She had little reason to put faith in those who are quick to slay her kind, but at least the one with the burden of a promise is the least likely to swing a blade at her.