05-23-2018, 05:51 PM
The kobolds taste the recolored hard tack and look at each other with shrugs. Apparently, either kobolds are so appalling that chocolate does not entice them, or they are sufficiently refined in their palate to recognize the real thing from something magicked up.
One of the kobolds is about to speak up but is quickly, and physically, silenced by his companions. One of the others says “He speak outta turn. Tartuk only want good for tribe. His ways just not so well-understood.”
One of the kobolds is about to speak up but is quickly, and physically, silenced by his companions. One of the others says “He speak outta turn. Tartuk only want good for tribe. His ways just not so well-understood.”
