The two nodded. “That does remind me, you never told me that tale yesterday. What what’s it, something about One Thousand Nights?” Pylia mentioned to you. Shortfang stacked a few bedrolls together to create a nice little stoop for himself to lay down on as he started to story. “Shortfang have story. Sound better in Shortfang language, but can say in common. Ahem,” Shortfang raised his hand in the air theatrically.

“This tale of kin from faraway lands, called Tribe Firewine. They strong, smart, defend home from greedy adventurers who attack them. Tribe Firewine like many tribes, small, scared, bullied by others. But chief shaman make friend with gold dragon, and teach kobold how to fend for themselves. That small not weak, but together strong.”

“Tale starts about Chief Shaman, Pun-Pun. He smart, know magic, know how world work. The gods, spells, outer planes. He knows. Before he chief Shaman Pun-Pun Shaman apprentice. Hear about wise gold dragon, so he go, seeking dragon, seeking knowledge. Many adventures he has.”