The little reptilian urchin looks at the blade as though it had snuck into his hand. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yip</span>(kobold)No!" He folds the razor and puts it away.<br/>(The kobold language is a simplified dialect of draconic. A draconic-speaker can communicate as long as they stick to concrete ideas)<br/><br/>He climbs the rest of the way out of the pile, then falls onto his rag-wrapped hands and knees. Bits of hay remain stuck to him.<br/>"(kobold) No eat me! I'm no good!<span style="font-style: italic">yip!</span>All bones and skin!" His red eyes chance to meet Heshaar's gaze, and he flinches from the way she looks at him.<br/>"!!! No eat me!" he begs.