<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br/><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br/>Pleased at the, albeit expected, compliance from the other kobold, she straightened and turned her head to cast a discerning glance around the main room of the warren.  There were soft snores, a few other bodily noises and slight movements, but it was easy enough for her to determine that no one else was awake...at least none that cared to know what the weirdos were up to.<br/><br/>Looking back to him, she flashed a faint grin, unable - perhaps not even attempting - to hide the faint predatory gleam of anticipation that sparkled in her yellow eyes.  "Don't wear anything delicate or...of value to you.  I suspect that the game will be sparse."  Her tongue flicked briefly from the corner of her mouth, the quietly spoken words implying that even if there were plenty of prey to be found, she would find an excuse to hunt her favorite quarry.<br/><br/>Stepping back a bit, she leaned slightly against the wall in his nook, giving him a semblance of privacy while he dressed for their night time games.  Her eyes wandered the sleeping forms of the tribe, and her hands absently stroked the well-worn, hide-wrapped bone handles of her daggers.