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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Paper_Bard" data-source="post: 3266961" data-attributes="member: 40140">KikyikThe door to the tavern opens slowly, and a small form scuttles in. To everyone’s surprise, the aloof ambassador from the Kobold Peoples, Kikyik, enters, his gleaming, sapphire scales and exotic countenance a sight to behold, despite his rather small stature. He sniffs his claws disdainfully, as if entering the establishment causes him discomfort, and sits down next to his lesser brethren. He motions to the bartender, and speaks in perfect common. “Please bring me a stool or something forthwith, so that I might order a drink at the same level as you humans enjoy.”While waiting impatiently for his elevated seating, he refuses to make eye contact with anyone in the bar except the other kobold.He makes a charming, though toothy, grin at his clan-mate, then speaks in Draconic. “So, my unfortunate friend, how does living claw to toe with these warmbloods treat you? I myself have avoided this raucous establishment out of personal disdain, though it seems this is the only place the humans deem fit to placate their need to socialize, and I must make a good impression. Therefore I am forced to enter this den of thieves, as it were. I surely hope they serve something better than this pig swill I see these warmbloods drinking.”</blockquote>