[color=silver][h3]Caw's Turn | Init: 19[/h3]
HP 09/09 | Status: None

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It was ironic, Caw thought. Though he could not be sure, he assumed the party chose to fight the strangers due to their association with a winged Kobold. Yet when the dust settled, it was the kobold that that escaped the scene unscathed, the contents of its sack left unquestioned. 

But if so, why did the two humanoids need to die? 

The question did not leave Caw, even as he resumed his position in the shadows. He did not feel entirely at ease walking in front of the group, his cowardice threatening to buckle his knees come every corner. Yet he knew he was more apt at staying hidden than the others and therefore, an ideal choice to scout ahead.

Thankfully, no danger lurked behind any of the corners they turned - until the very last one.

Caw stopped dead in his tracks. It felt as though his heart did, too. Ahead, he saw a large group consisting mostly of kobolds, including the one that had slipped away earlier. They spoke in a tongue Caw did not understand. Even so, he found himself memorizing the way the words came out, the throaty tones, the frantic speed. 

Though he could not be sure, Caw feared the kobold was speaking about them and the encounter earlier. So when a few of them took flight, he shrunk down to avoid their gaze. They had bags too, he noted. If he shot one, would it burst and reveal its contents? Likely. But it would also reveal him.

He decided it was not worth it.

The rest of the kobolds spread out, scanning their surroundings with eyes aglow. One of them turned to him, and Caw's eyes widened with fear. He wanted to reach for his bow in retaliation, but his hands didn't move. He couldn't even breathe. It made sense, though; all he wanted in that moment was to be part of the wall behind him, and walls didn't breathe.

The kobold looked away, and the kenku's lungs filled with air. He was alive.

Once immediate danger had passed, Caw turned to glance behind him at the rest of the group. They were outnumbered, particularly so when it came to those who could fight. He wanted to keep being alive. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to tell as much to the others, but his face was hidden and its avian features lacked human expressiveness besides.

He raised a clawed finger in front of his beak - then turned back around and begun to move. He stuck to the shadows, hoping to sneak around the creatures in their way. And really, [i]truly [/i]hoping the others could do the same. Armor and children did not make for quiet company.

[hider=Turn Summary]Caw tries to sneak past the kobolds and unknown foes. [/hider][/color]