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Message: <blockquote data-quote="IndyPendant" data-source="post: 2226458" data-attributes="member: 8738">Lehko is the only one remaining in the hall as the rest of the party enters the room.  He listens at the northern door, and then at the southern stone door, but hears nothing from the other side of either one.  Meanwhile, Heirmund examines the runes covering the walls, realizing they're a bastardized, barbaric form of High Draconic, spelling out various versions of the phrase "Here there be dragons!"As Heirmund reads the crude runes, Jair, Kuma, and Ydyr approach the whimpering figure, with Jerek providing cover for them.  A small form huddles underneath a filthy green blanket.  It's quickly apparent the form can't be one of the two Hucreles--even before the whimpering abruptly stops and a small, scaled head pokes out from underneath it.  Its glowing red eyes widen when it sees the four of you bearing down on it weapons at the ready, and it scrambles off the bench and flees!  Jerek almost shoots at it, but stops when the thing doesn't get far, instead crashing clumsily to the floor as its legs get trapped in the blanket.  It curls into a fetal ball and keens loudly in abject terror, its thin scaly arms covering its head and its entangled legs still moving as if trying to run.You find yourself gazing down at a kobold, cowering pathetically on the floor before you.</blockquote>