[center][color=lightgray][h3]Zaz'ak[/h3][/color][/center][hr][hr][center]2/6 [color=lightgray]Stress[/color] || 0/9 [color=lightgray]Wicked XP[/color] || 0/3 [color=lightgray]Reckless XP[/color] || 2/2 [color=lightgray]Dark Hearts[/color][/center]

Zaz'ak slowly crept within the shadows along the dimly lit corridor of finely carved limestone, the echo of laughter carried throughout the halls along with words in a language foreign to the Kobold. Keeping close to the walls of the corridor Zaz'ak silently slunk towards the end of the hallway where the noise was coming from and peeked into the brightly lit area spotting several human's and a couple shorter figures enjoying drinks together and laughing jovially.

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It had been surprisingly easy to lure the group out of the relative safety of the limestone passage but it was nerve-racking for Zaz'ak, and out of fear he broke into a sprint at the entrance of the long limestone hallway. Unfortunately for the cunning little Kobold his haste caused him to forget the slippery conditions outside, and as Zaz'ak ran out into the open he lost his balance as well as losing his grip upon the backpack he stole.

Unceremoniously falling face first on the muddy ground Zaz'ak panicked as the drunken Lightfolk caught up to him. (Dark Impulse) Zaz'ak screeched and scrambled away from one of the human's as they nearly grabbed him before slipping, and the Kobold instinctively fled in cowardice from the fighting up the cliff, but he didn't look back as his legs carried him up the cliff face before something attracted his attention almost immediately.

Zaz'ak stopped and heard the district noise of braying horses, curiousity drove him to investigate yet it wasn't long before he found a couple horses anxiously stamping their hooves against the ground next to a covered cart filled with crates. He surmised that this cart most likely belonged to the Lightfolk, so the Kobold decided they didn't need their horses and cut the two skittish mares(?) loose.

Finally Zaz'ak crawled into the cart shivering and wet, but he cackled gleefully as he rummaged through the cart finding foodstuffs and other supplies.