Menace Under Otari

There's a brief exchange between the small lizards, and the one who can be perceived as the leader beckons Errich, pointing at the locked bars.

The kobolds stare at Errich for a moment, then look at each other. The leader responds...

The lock pops open.

One of the kobolds pokes the speaker.

The kobold furrows its brow. Looking within its beady eyes, Errich understands how this creature came to be respected among its tribe. With steely resolve, it reiterates...

Wugruk has a sense that the kobolds are playing their cards close to their scaly chests... but then, that's to be expected. At least there's no imminent sense of danger.

Two kobolds begin inspecting the crates and barrels and packing whatever's useful to them. You see they get some old cloth and what sounds unmistakably like a sack of coins. They toss aside some unrecognizable remains of food that either wasn't preserved well enough, or no amount of preservation could've kept it for however long this has been here.

One of them pulls out a shortsword from a crate, and as the little kobold brandishes what to him is almost a longsword, you see a piece of freshly dried fish fall out of its goodie bag.

The kobolds are instantly agitated, baring their fangs and gripping their spears. The one with the shortsword drops it, clearly favoring its own weapon.

It's hard to keep track of who's saying what as Errich hears several hissed utterances:

"I'm a bit tired of fighting, what say we make a truce. You stop stealing any and all fish, give back what you already stole, and I'll not only let you all go, but take everything else found in this room."