Missing Caravan

[Nacesh]

Nacesh nods sternly at Mardak and turns to the kobolds, addressing them in a language that resembles a series of growls and hisses yet has an archaic melody. For those with keen ears the kobolds' language indeed sounds vaguely similar to this arcane tongue. Those not speaking the language, though, can hardly make heads or tails of it, except the name of the sorcerer, spoken with a strange emphasis like grinding granite against granite.

"I am *Nacesh*. I hold the legacy of true *dragons*" he starts his speech.
"And this man behind me has the taste of some kobold flesh. You know what his favourite is? Kobold tenderloin"

Taking a pause for emphasis, he continues.

"You may die but don't hope for an easy death. The best I can offer you is to convince him to pity your foul souls if you speak."

After such an intro maybe it's time for questions.

"First you tell me the name of your tribe and the name of your leader whom we've already slain."