The figure whispers after a moment, regarding Silhouette with a moment of intense scrutiny. It turns away to look at Gabriel, stepping forward and favoring him with a deep bow.
"Dark lord, I bear greetings from the far-off land known of Al-enuin, known amongst mortals as the Festering Realm. Word of the doings here has reached us even there, and I have been dispatched with all haste to offer any small aid I might render. All we wish in return is your . . . consideration.
"I sense that this may be an inopportune time for conversation, so with your kind permission, I will await a more favorable time to talk." Giving another deep bow, the figure steps back, once more bracketed by ghouls.
Gabriel, Rose, and Silhouette are just near enough to catch the figure's whisper:
[sblock]"One after my own heart, it seems."[/sblock]
Snargle searches, but finds no live kobolds, only meat. Meanwhile, the kobold captive begins a rambling explanation of crude landmarks such as tree stumps, the shadows of mountains, and obscure battles, concluding with a very rough depiction of where the great kobold lives.