[i]"You scratch my back I scratch yours."[/i] Oh now those were the kind of words her people bristled at, mostly from experience as that was the kind of thing one would hear from a potential slaveholder and oh boy did that cause a bit of anxiety for plenty if not all kobold. 

Wik audibly hissed in response her eye slats narrowed to pinpoints [color=f9ad81]"Comprende, yes hooman. But no Wik not accept, sound too much like she become servant or worse slave of hooman. Understand oweing favor but no trust hooman. Trust earnt not owed."[/color] she barked at Marcus, now watching him with distrust in her eyes as she made her way to the now vacant wagon to fetch supplies, a backpack and anything that could carry stuff she tied to it where a sleeping roll would go. Grabbing a pickaxe too while she had the chance, might be good for defending herself too from whatever that voice was.

She stuffed a bunch of food into the backpack, along with whatever else she could rationally carry without breaking under the weight.