Pylia tossed on herbs into the pot, presumably making tea. "We were speaking Draconic, the language of dragons. I forgot that you might not recognize it. I figured Shortfang was more fluent in it." The kobold nods as he takes out his dinner from his back. Bits of rabbit, squishy mushrooms, and mushy potatoes which he skewered onto a stick. "Common not easy. Shortfang learn only after Shortfang choose to leave home. Ah... Bad common why Shortfang caged. Humies talk fast! Shortfang no understand. Shortfang end up with short stick!" He says with a chuckle. At least he new some idioms. Pylia looked back at you. "I take it you might be interested in learning?"