Assallya was in the midst of inspecting her wagon for damage and assessing what remained of her supplies. The six months she'd spent in kobold captivity had not been kind. Apparently the kobolds had slashed away the two chickens she'd had hanging which, come to think of it, was probably a blessing since six month old chicken would be quite horrible to behold. The sack of potatoes was little more than mold inside the canvas as were the rest of her vegetables but most of her spices were unscathed. Apparently kobolds didn't know what to do with them. They also didn't know what to do with most of her clothes, Most importantly, they hadn't found her hidden compartment with the trade bars of gold, nor did they seem to realize the value of the magic summoning rug. Her collection of daggers was missing unfortunately, She'd had them specially made, one of gold, one of silver, a couple of different types of wood, one blessed by a priest and another by a druid. Generally, a weapon to kill just about any supernatural creature one could come across. Not that she would wield them herself but it was amazing how much one could demand in treasure shares when one was the only one with a weapon that would win the day.

She was cheering the survival of various commodities and lamenting the loss of others when the lizard like thing came barrelling into the open field from out of the dark wood. What was astride the noble looking knight, err... Did the man have a lizard's head? What was astride the knight was what she identified from her readings as a "corpse hound" though that name varied by region. The lizard was punching it- ineffectually and Assallya couldn't blame the momentary lapse considering he was being chewed upon. Only silver or perhaps a blessed weapon could harm such a being. Which made Assallya wonder if a priest, cleric or paladin counted as being blessed when engaged in fisticuffs like the being before her. Then he struck out with the mace to disastrous effect causing one of the beasts grievous punishment.

Assallya then had to consider.. Why should she care? Then again, it was always nice to have adventurers in your debt and if she could somehow help the beleaguered soul with little danger to herself, why not?

Thinking quickly, Assallya considered her selection of spells. She wasn't much of a combatant, eschewing spells of grandiose destruction. She was more subtle and engaged in ploys of confidence. Normally she learned what she could of an enemy and played against its weaknesses. A corpse dog had only the simplest of desires, to feed on living flesh. There was little else that concerned them save a larger and more intimidating creature or perhaps easier prey.

...easier prey

"By Myrkul's shriveled black testicles," she said as she realized the most obvious and simplest of ruses and then switched over to the yipping language of the kobold, "Char. Get inside the wagon!"

Her new kobold companion, a black scaled two foot tall lizard immediately complied. Assallya then bent over and grasped some of the rotting, six month dried meat that she'd been throwing away when the incursion into the inn's field happened and hurled some of the putrid substance in the direction of the corpse dogs.

"Hey zombie dogs!" she called out in the common tongue, rubbing some of the rotting jerky around her navel, "Succulent soft elf flesh over here! It's a lot better than the lizard in a can!"