The Kobold gets a sneer of hatred on his little face and spits on the ground at your feet. "Mites nasty, ugly little gremlin kin. Lovers of over-sized bugs. Blue faced squat hole dwellers can't even carve a proper tunnel from rock. Just live in grubby dirt holes under tree. Think they funny stealing our statue. Done it before, we no take it no more. Bring curse down on us. Sootscales declare war on nasty Miteses." He fumes on in Kobold with some anatomically unlikely suggestions for the Mites.