The kobold looked, in order, relieved, confused, and worried, the expressions flitting across his face, as Devaguea spoke. "Err, you're not Sharptooth?" he asked, hesitantly.<br/><br/>Upon receiving confirmation that the dragon was not, indeed, Sharptooth, he began to look even more worried. "I am Nakpik. Sootscale tribe in big trouble. Sharptooth statue stolen by mites," he said, kicking the cage with the small, blue-skinned creature in it. "Shaman say this bring<em>terrible</em>curse upon tribe - turn kobold yellow. Then die. You, tall ones! You should see shaman! Help, save tribe!"