[IC] A Stolen Land

[DM Dougfan]

Nexendia moves so as to put someone with heavier armor between her and the spear wielding Kobolds.  

"I promise you, we do not wish to take your radishes," Nex replies politely in Draconic.  "We are searching for the Sootscale Kobolds.  Would you happen to be them?"

The kobolds blink as they look in the direction of Nexendia's voice, attempting to see past whatever wall of muscle she is currently hiding behind.

"Yark!  Yark-Yark!  Yark Yark Yark!"

"Yark!  Ark Yark!"

"Yark Yark!  Rakka-Yark!"

Translation:

"Hey!  How you know about Sootscale?  You want hurt Chief?  Like Turtuk?"
"Shush, bruh!  You stoopid or somethin'?  Tartuk hear everything!"
"I dun care!  He don't represent me."

It seems like rather boring conversation anyway...unless you speak Cockney-Dragon.

Happs glances over to Nexendia and says out of the corner of his mouth.

"What the heck are they saying?"