"Outside, by the wall." snaps the busy fiend, pausing just long enough to point to the open northern exit.<br/><br/>Through this door is an area of flagstone pavement. Four round tables have been set up around a tapped cask<span style="font-size: 84%; line-height: 116%;">[knowledge(history) DC 15: a very old, very expensive wine from the back of the Inn's wine cellar]</span>Drinking from it is a party of mixed species, eighteen or so in number, all in high spirits.<br/><br/>By the cliff wall a little ways to the west is the latrine building.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The kobold's red eyes dart from the food, to the fox, to the wolf, back to the fox--and back to the food...so much food...the kobold doubts he has ever seen so much food in one place before, ever.<br/><br/>He creeps forward very carefully, wary of being drawn into a trap. His hunger and fear play a tug-of-war; his hunger wins. His eyes dart around, he creeps a little closer.<br/><br/>When he's close enough to take the contain from the floor, he does so with a burst of kleptomaniacal zeal (he has no concept of "take", only "steal"), grabbing it and making a mad dash for the exit as fast as his small reptilian legs will carry him, yapping excited gibberish as he goes.<br/>[Unless he is stopped], he dissapears from the sight of the three in the stables. Among kobold a scavenger's status is determined by how much food they bring back for the others; Kahmori has just made this one a celebrity.