Sylvia had almost surprised herself with how quickly she had dispatched the kobolds, but that feeling didn't last long as the last kobold was ready to attack her in return. Thankfully, Yorik's flail had taken care of it. However, another kobold managed to stab Yorik in the gut and she called out Yorik's name along with Pylia. The last two kobolds were quickly dispatched by Pylia's and Shortfang's swords. 

Sylvia hurried over to Yorik's side with Pylia, worried for his wellbeing. She thought he was dying...until she saw the belt. At first she had this dumbfounded look on her face, and after a moment, she laughed along with Yorik. It wasn't a laugh just at Yorik's joke, but it was also a laugh of relief. 

"We were worried...over Yorik being pantsed!" She laughed at the situation.

She did calm down, and turned her attention to Shortfang. She nodded and she added onto Shortfang's observations, "That's right. And they have their own custom weapons as well. Just like the Venomfang Troglodyte tribe," When he mentioned that one of the kobolds was merely unconscious and that they should talk to him, she nodded in agreement, "Yeah. We should tie him-" She stopped when she heard the noise and her cat meow. 

She turned her attention towards the large box. She sobered herself and she alerted her friends, "Guys. That box. Something's underneath it," 

She then moved over to the box, ready to move it over if her friends were ready. She looked to them to see if they were first.