Kit looks around, and assesses the situation. "Is everyone alright?" Seeing that they are, he turns to other things. His knife is now out, and he flips it over in his hand absent mindedly, as he speaks.
"I don't speak kobold, comrades, but I'd be happy to let these poor wretches live. Perhaps we could convince them to leave us in peace if we leave them their coppers? I suspect we won't want to carry them in any case, for such small returns, but it is clear that they value them, and enjoy their hoard."
Kit looks at his comrades: not two minutes have passed since they have arrived and already they possess more wealth on his own. There were clearly great rewards indeed in this place, for those that would survive.
"I don't speak kobold, comrades, but I'd be happy to let these poor wretches live. Perhaps we could convince them to leave us in peace if we leave them their coppers? I suspect we won't want to carry them in any case, for such small returns, but it is clear that they value them, and enjoy their hoard."
Kit looks at his comrades: not two minutes have passed since they have arrived and already they possess more wealth on his own. There were clearly great rewards indeed in this place, for those that would survive.