"Hey. Hey!" Henderson called out in a squeaky common, standing up on his rock with clipboard in hand and gesturing towards abraxis. "They arn't slaves, don't treat them like that. They're getting paid for this work" He said, spitting the chewed up wad of black bark onto the ground and hopping off into the sludgy marshwater. "According to the maps the Minotaur brought..." He checked his clipboard, flipping over a page "... Steelhorn, thats his name. According to those maps theres an old dwarven fort down under the mud somewhere, so theres no need to work them down to the bone. If you keep treating them like that, they're going to run off"<br/>Henderson stopped short of the much bigger reptile with little fear in his eyes - he was different to the other kobolds in outlook and showed no signs of being scared. Wether it was the knowledge of a dragon's protection behind him or a life full of dealing with brutes much bigger then him it wasn't obvious, but he was more then just a run of the mill minion. "Allright? Trust me, kobolds are a bit of a speciality of mine" he swished his tail in an annoyed way.