The Kobold's eyes soon fell on the Cyclops. A massive beast of a giant... though it did not provoke the same dreaded fear that was welling up in her heart, than the distant sound of Troglodytes. The very damnedable creatures that she witness rip apart in comrades in a platitude of unfathomable ways.

Still... the cyclops's presence demanded it's fair share of terror. Enough so to force even the rest of her party to dare no further. Well... except for one. Her gaze snapped to the barbarian as he spoke. She had little qualms for someone she had little trust or faith in, making an action of sheer stupidity that would cost him his life if things did not go well. So she remained silent as she slowly slinked out of her hiding place, which was a corner with rubble.

Then... one of the humans put her on the spot. She visibly flinched, and turned her head towards Roy. There was some silence when she turned her head back to the Cyclops and studied him carefully. She mulled over her options carefully, thinking of each spell in her catalogue. And little by little, one could practically watch her pitiful self confidence make a harrowing treck across a metaphorical tight rope.

[color=ec008c]"...Kobold issss... not wizard," [/color]she noted. [color=ec008c]"Her ssspellsss make not... easier.... obviously. One spell... best used in battle. One spell... makes sound at point... the last spell." [/color]There was a pause. She contemplated that last spell. Suggestion. When used right, it was an absurdly powerful weapon in one's arsenal. And definitely not a spell she wants to expose to the humans. But... it certainly was tempting to use to prove her usefulness. The problem is that'd mean speaking to the creature somehow. If it failed... well the image of herself being a bloody mess flashed in her head.

She managed to keep herself from letting out a terrified bawlk as she quickly retreated from the edge, and shook her head vigorously.[color=ec008c] "No! Kobold not using that spell..."[/color] she hissed hurriedly.

She now sulked for a moment while her own thoughts began to slowly linger over stories of heros from the past. Kobold heroes, whom ventured alone and against the odds. From the journey of a dying 'bold and the rabble he lead to find a new home for the egg they protected. To even the legend of a green scaled hunter. They were inspiring... but not for her. Not right now. Well, she could at least channel that into something.

She mumbled softly to herself as she pulled a bag of caltrops and a flask of oil from her belt and offered them over to the Barbarian. [color=ec008c]"... You are fool... but the foolsss bravado oft leads them to greatnessss..."[/color] There was a light, barely perceivable magical echo to her voice. Such simple words did wonders in inspiring a growing well of valor into the barbarian.



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Gave Angus a bag of Caltrops.
Gave Angus a 1d6 Inspiration die.
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