"Hm... Yee think the fates might be trying ta tell us something, scout?" mutters Midgrim, looking left and then right with no small amount of suspicion. "Twice wrong in a row's my usual limit. Let's head back, I say: we're done for the day."
They'd been pushing it with the guardroom already. Easy pickings they could pick, but another fight like the last one might be the last -- for some of them at least.
He grins at Klyman, decision made: "Dunna worry: greed will keep."
OOC: He'll go forth if somebody else wants to go on though (?). Baring that, Midgrim'll go back to the last room and ransack the place. How many beds are there here, Imperialus? Enough to accommodate all the kobolds that attacked us AND the kobold father? i.e. he's trying to figure out if this was his room as well.