Kuhl checks with the small kobold and his companions. "You're set to continue?" he asks. It's almost tender, with the care one would exhibit for a small group of children -- or, perhaps, of wayward goats. They won't ruffle him, and, as he lights a new torch, he is content for Meepo to continue carrying it.
He watches those listening at doors. "North or West?" he asks prepared to lead the way if that is requested of him. He has a stick in his hand, after all.