<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Three/Three.jpg)</div>The kobold who would be a short shorts merchant looked around with a grin, still holding the old leather greaves out like some great prize. And then Zabeth 'jokes' about sending the kobold. Three huffs and chucks the stiff armor at her. "Here, have some pants." She looked from Zabeth, then to Nym, starting to feel self-conscious about apparently being the only person here who didn't have soft, wobbly, dangly bits.<br/><br/>Wait. Self-conscious? That was supposed to be<em>superior</em>.<br/><br/>Muttering about overgrown gnomes and some such, she let her green eyes flicker to Kae. "Well, I can't<em>breathe</em>underwater, but... Well, I think I can see under there pretty well." There's a flicker over her eyes, a pale, nearly-clear membrane snapping over them from the inner corner of her eyes. Kobolds are tunneling creatures, of course they have eye protection. Taking a breath, she plunges her head into the water. her tail tipping upwards for balance. She might not have dangly bits, but anyone who cares to look is getting a show of smooth brass-and-tan skin and a soft-looking, pink-tinged crease anyway.<br/><br/>After a few moments, she comes back up, a shuddering breath, and snort, sending droplets of water back into the pool. "That's f-f-fuck-king c-c-cold wat-ter! Fbbbfffpppt!" She half-chatters, half-snorts as her eyes return to their usual bright, alert green. "I-if we c'could find a p-pole..." She glances to Nym thoughtfully, then up to where Katul stood, then finally shook her head. "No, no, s'gotta be about like, twelve feet or so... shorter if you don't mind the cold..."She minds the cold, arms wrapped around herself as her little body shivers to warm up. Her eyes squint from the ice headache forming and fading in waves already. "Goddammit..." she snarls softly.<br/><br/>And then Zabeth was in the water, and the Kobold rolls her eyes. "Or we could send the world's biggest dwarf." A sharp-toothed little grin as she peers over again to watch, tail down this time. When the rogue came up, she even reached to gasp an arm, her hands surprisingly supple, soft, and warm - not at all reptilian... well, except for the semi-sharp nails.<br/><br/><em>Aaaaaand</em>then Zabeth is dropped like a baby - a<em>human</em>baby, not a kobold baby, mind you - when the cave rumbles and a door opens. "Ooooooh, gadgets!" Her nose twitches at the sulfur smell, her sharp little mind going through her education in geology. She scoops up her homemade military pick. "That way goes<em>down</em>. Maybe even to a lava seep. I think we ought to go the other way, unless you want to get eaten by a magma leech or something."<br/><br/>"This place is weird. And seriously, doesn't that thing get damaged if you run around all the time without pants?" she inquires to nym suddenly, gesturing to his genitals, her small hand almost close enough to give it a thump, if she chose.