Lilt fiddled and faffed about with the shield for a few minutes. Eventually she found a mechanism that seemed like a lever. She tried giving it a tug, but found it jammed. She did notice though that the shield was attempting to fan out into something larger. Well... definitely meant that it was useful and not dangerous. In her hands, appeared to be a painter's knife. A blunted tool, used to scrape the mud off of the device without damaging it. Once she got the gunk she was certain wouldn't come off with her magic, she gave a snap.

Just then, the grime, the gunk, blood, and what have you from deep inside the device's poors seeped out and fell to the ground, leaving the device pretty clean.

She placed it onto it's edge, and gave it a gentle push. It rolled towards the center of the room. [color=ec008c]"Shield isss... clean. It becomesss larger... but iss broken."[/color]

The Breastplate was next to get a similar treatment. Upon bringing it closer, the kobold gagged. Bile filled her mouth, but thankfully she didn't make the mess worse. Instead she pushed worked quickly. Hitting it once to get rid of the smell, and after knocking off the harshest of grime, again to clean it up good. She felt... a magic energy. She wasn't terribly sure what. Her tired mind could hardly focus after all these events. [color=ec008c]"Breast-plate is magic... kobold don't know what. Feels... like tugging at her body."[/color]

When the human's armor came off, the Kobold looked down to it. And for probably the first time... now that she had some time to calm down... and place some faith in her larger companions... really look. It definitely did not look anything like what the common adventurers wore when they entered her master's homes in search of riches, and fame for overthrowing a 'tyranical' dragon, just to be find death. In a way, it looked more like a coat of arms.

Then came the dragonborn's words. The Kobold looked up with a tired expression, and stared at the creature. But a second later, that gaze became more lively with bashful bewilderment - complete with an excitable bawk.

[color=ec008c]"I-I beg your p-pardon, sir paladin!?" [/color]The Kobold yapped in draconic, ending the sentence with her jaw hung partly open. Her tail gave a hard thump to the ground - a sign that the lizard would be blushing if she could. [color=ec008c]"But I-..."[/color] There was a pause. And then a quick mental reminder. She wasn't home - and the dragonborn certainly wasn't her master.

She moved a claw to drape over her muzzle while she looked away in embarrassment at her own blunder. [color=ec008c]"I... uh... of course. Take a seat"[/color] she hissed after finishing up on the armors. She gestured for the dragon to take a seat next to her, while the putty knife changed into a brush with steel like hair. She used it to on herself first, scraping off the thick covering of mud, trog, and kobold blood.

Then finally... in common. Desiring to quickly change the subject before her reaction was questioned. [color=ec008c] "Kobold... iss curiouss. Two do not look like adventurersss. Not like what kobold seen at home. Why come here? Why leave home?"[/color] She left didn't define who was the two that looked out of place. Instead, she was more so expecting an answer from everyone.