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[ishalleatyourflesh]

An winged albino kobold skitters his way to the front through, around, in some cases over legs, bags and people. On his back is a ratty back pack, what ever fills it gives it an odd shape.

"Aussir want to know where Aussir lair is? Aussir stuff need set down, important stuff." As the little kobold slides to a stop, his claws scratching the ground, a platinum coin falls from his bag. In an alarmed state he drops his bag grabs the coin and replaces it, coiling himself on top of the bag. He casts menecing looks at those around mim.