The chief happily does so, pulling open your back and reaching down to grab the bone by the knuckle, straining to haul it free. Eventually, Sharpspike and another warrior have to step in and aid him, but the three manage to pull the bone out, and raise it high above their heads, to a resounding cry from the collective village...<br/><br/>And then it all stops. The cheers, the jeers, the little happy dance that Sharpspike is doing... All is frozen in time. All except you... and Greenslash.<br/><br/>"Damned Kobolds... And damned outsider. I should slit her throat with the rest of them..." Grunting, the little kobold picks himself up to his feet, and produces razor sharp kukri from the folds of his cloak. "Such a waste of the statue's last spell, too. No matter."<br/><br/>Leering, the little creature walks towards the three frozen warriors, idly fingering his blade.