“A few scratches and a greater hatred for being underground, but otherwise I’m fine. Yorik... Is alive. In many senses. Not sure how he managed to quickly turn so many kobolds into frenzied madmen like himself, but he brings results. We did suffer a few casualties unfortunately, those trogs lead with some big ones that managed to take down a few of the kobolds before me and Yorik could kill them. But overall our losses are negligible compared to the troglodytes.” 

Once you were let in the kobolds seem notably more fortified. There were two sets of walls to act as barriers pass the large stone the door. The first was a large wall made of wood spikes and stacked stones, while the second layer had wood spikes but also small towers for kobolds to attack from above. A lot of work was done while you were gone. The kobolds tended to their wounded as one led you and the party towards the Grey Scale Hall. There the guards would let you and Shortfang in, however they told the rest to stay outside.

“Not enough space. You two go in, you all wait.”