" 'nuff talk!" The dwarf, Krueger snorts, cutting straight to the point in only the way a dwarf can. "Emb'ton won't come ta us, now will et? Nae!"
With a moderate chuckle, the party moves further back into the woodland hills and heads north. It is not long before the halfling, Gemble, puts up his hand and calls for a stop in movement. Having grown used to trusting the halfling's senses when out in the wilds, everyone stops immediately and strains their eyes and ears for dangers. Ala and Erlik hear the faint sound of the beeping squeek of Kobold's speaking their own language. Moving cautiously ahead, you soon discover a troop of 56 Kobolds divided up into 5 squads of ten and a "leader" standing before each of the groups and a single leader marching back and forth before the entire group, apparently giving orders. Jaeden, who speaks the kobold language tells you that the head kobold is their captain and he is giving patrol orders to the rest to split up by their squads and find food and suplies, preferably a human or halfling village that they can pillage.
Soon enough, the troops give some kind of awkward salute with varried levels of professionalism and head off in different directions. Fortune is with your group, as none move directly toward your group. While skilled, and easily overmatching a kobold one on one, 56 perhaps may be too many to face at one time.
As the squads head off in their respective directions, the captain stands firm, alone, watching them go. Jaeden translates his last comment spoken to the air and himself alone... or so he thought. "Soon enough, we'll find a place to settle once again and perhaps then, aquire the strength to force the hobgoblin scum out of our caves!"