[center][h1][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/h1][/center]

For a moment, the tiefling stood there as he watched the kobolds explain what brought them to Easthaven. He held their words with great scrutiny. For all he knew, these kobolds could be heading to Easthaven to bring even more chaos to the town than what it had endured thus far. Yet, as he listened to their story in silence, he could tell that there was an air of legitimacy among them. Their snouts didn't tremble out of uncertainty of their own words, nor did their voices falter or squeak as they struggled to form a story on the spot, in fact nothing seemed to betray any sort of sign of deception they may have had. To his surprise, as far as he could tell, these kobolds seemed to be telling the truth - they were actually in pursuit of an honest life and sanctuary within a settlement.

[i][color=beige]"Hmm."[/color][/i] Kythor grunted. [i][color=beige]"I see. Easthaven's definitely got a few opportunities for you and your friends,"[/color][/i] he said, addressing the kobold that was speaking. [i][color=beige]"Quite a few of 'em are risky opportunities, mind, but they're still opportunities. Ask around some, see what the people of the town might need done for 'em."[/color][/i]