The kobolds whispered among themselves in their dragon language. Shortfang quickly explained the situation while Pylia stood near you whispering a rough translation. “He’s telling them were allies here to help, and we just want to know what’s going on. The kobolds say they don’t have enough warriors to fight the trogs, or humans. Now Shortfang is promising that we’ll help them and he needs to see the grey scales, kobold elders, so we can better aid them.” As the kobolds conversed one of them, the one who nearly died, steps in with a shaky but stern look. “I show them grey scale. Come.” The kobold limped towards the big double door while the rest of the kobolds got back into a defensive position.

The double doors were made of some solid and bronze metal. Though there was a thick later of mold, there was no rust, and the doors themselves were too heavy even for Buddy to move. The kobold shouted something in draconic and soon the doors shifted and were raised up. Inside were at least seven more kobolds armed with shields and stone edged swords, ready to fight. However they made way and would allow you and the others to pass through.

The party would go through what seemed to be some sort of shanty town. Small huts made of discarded wood, stone slabs, and covered or patched up with mud and moss. Aside from the warriors at the entrance most of the other kobolds here appeared to be commoners who hide behind their homes, aside from the curious little children, who were barely larger than a puppy. Eventually you reach a stone building that had a large effigy in the form of sharp teeth on top of crocodile skin in the same of a maw. Guarding this house were two kobolds armed with curious looking weapons; they looked like giant fangs, but the way they hold them looked like blades tonfas.

“You! Humies not welcomed here! Why you here huh?” One of them spoke out aggressively. Shortfang interjected sternly however he wasn’t trying to be hostile. “Humies are friends. They help Shortfang, Son of Longtalon of Shadowrun tribe and Skinwalker of Swamp Dragon. We talk to Grey Scales.” One of the guardians seem to recognize the name Skinwalker, however the other guard was unimpressed. “Humie lies! Kobold war with trogs because humies! Now they send assassin to kill Grey Scales!” Pylia seemed on edge and looked to you and whispered. “I can understand their paranoia, but I’d rather not get into a fight here. What could we say to convince them we will help?”