The kobold nods as he looks to Longstrider. “Shortfang see vision of Calamity Dragon.” He translates this back into draconic for the older Greyscales, with Pylia providing a rough translation. But he basically tells Longstrider and the elders the same things he told you. This got them thinking as Shor stroke his beard. “I don’t have many guards under my command, or at least not as much as I’d like. I can report what happened down here to the Seneschal, see if I can’t recruit a few good men to guard the sewers. It’ll be a dirty job though. Can’t imagine many wanting to, especially since most don’t take kindly to kobolds.” Shor sighed but clutched his fist. “But I’ll do everything I can to make sure this works out.”

Longstrider raises her hand, which signals Shortfang to stop speaking. “I have heard enough. I understand... Elysium cannot be trusted. Just as well, our tribe is still in danger. But if you can promise me, and by extension our tribe, of your protection as well as our freedom, than we shall not ally with Elysium. Can you do this?” Longstrider looked at the group, but ultimately her eyes stopped at you. She wanted to hear your promise.