She sat upon a crude, roughly hewn throne made stone. The torchlight, what little there was, did little to illuminate the cavernous environs. The warm flickering orange light was solely for her benefit. Assa'Alliyeh was queen of the kobolds and a reluctant queen at that. She leaned back in her throne, grasping one ankle and drawing her barefoot beneath her and stared up into the shadow wrapped stalactites above while she contemplated her situation.

Assallya Kressair, as the humans called her, had been a prisoner of these small crimson lizards for nearly six months now. Her adventuring party had fallen prey to the small things. It was a trap and an ambush. Kobolds were infamous for their traps and they had followed the trap with an attack involving superior numbers and height advantage. Her group hadn't a chance. Only her sudden exclamation in draconic, what humans called the language of the great wyrms, stayed their tiny delicate claws. She was even able to communicate, after a fashion, with the small creatures whose native language was very similar and in short order she was made into their queen.

Unfortunately, she wasn't truly a queen. Orders involving setting her free, allowing her to walk outside the mines or anything similar were completely ignored by the kobolds. In truth, she was a glorified trophy and recently she discovered, nothing more than a sacrificial morsel for the dragon hatchling below. Apparently it was coming of age and they intended her as a gift to their patron winged god, Sparktooth. She wasn't sure how long that would be but she wanted to be free of this place before that particular event.
That was where Char came into play. Char was a rare black scaled kobold. He had been doting upon her. She was never alone. Either the chieftain, high priest or one of a few select warriors was always at her side, ensuring that her every desire was fulfilled and more importantly, that she did not escape. Char was one of her guards. She had charmed him when she first became prisoner, drawing him to her. The spell had long since worn off but the effects remained. He seemed particularly devoted.

Yes, Assallya thought to herself as she stroked her temples. This was one fine predicament. The kobold, Char, had said that all would be well but refused to elaborate. A fact which bothered her immensely. She needed to get out of here but she couldn't possibly defeat the scores of kobolds spread throughout this mine.