A kobold enters the tavern, looking as though he has already had a little too much to drink. He carries a nifty-looking scimitar and a curved dagger with a big fancy guard, but any flair that these weapons might lend his appearance is more than offset by the ludicrous fringes on his hide armor. Suddenly remembering the custom of stating one's name as one enters, he says, "Oh! ... It's Papolstaanas. But, um, I'm not really an adventurer, so, you know, I guess it doesn't matter that much." He finds an unoccupied bench, heaves his backpack onto it, and sits down on top of it. "Can I have a..." he pauses to think about what would do well as a follow-up to the fine brandy he just drank, but loses track of his own line of thought and doesn't end up finishing his request. Instead he asks nobody in particular, "Say, what was that big fight about, anyway?"