"This way, this way! Nakpik show tall ones to shaman!" the kobold said, showing them into the cave, and warning them to avoid the carefully hidden pit traps, just inside; easily avoidable, once pointed out, but would have been difficult to notice without the assistance.<br/><br/>"Mites are small, fey creatures," Damien said. "They're tiny, ugly, angry pests, that live underground and ally themselves with vermin of all kinds. Individually almost harmless, but can be quite dangerous in packs. That was one, in the cage, there," he said, gesturing to the tiny, blue creature, cowering in the cage.<br/><br/>As the group makes their way into the kobold caverns, Nakpik leads them through several caverns. In the first, the walls of this cave have been smeared with what appears to be charcoal and blood to depict multiple representations in red and black of a looming, sharp-toothed dragon. Two low stone tables sit in the middle of the room, one of which is stained with blood. The kobold leading them picks up the pace, keeping his head low, as they move through the room, though he'll also notice they've picked up a couple of followers, as well.<br/><br/>Nakpik leads them into a larger, open cavern; the air in this large cave feels warm and close, thick with a reptilian stink mixed with smoke and burnt meat. Numerous beds of furs lie scattered throughout the room amid smoldering cookfires, while to the south, a ten-foot-wide alcove contains a large mound of furs framed by dozens of sticks on which are mounted the skulls of many birds and small animals, all smeared with ash. AS they make their way into this room, the largest, and most well-dressed kobold steps forth. "Nakpik? Why bring tall ones into caverns? What is the meaning of this?"<br/><br/>"Ahh, chieftain!" Nakpik replied, darting glances around nervously. "Nakpik lead tall ones to shaman! They help save tribe, save statue of Sharptooth!"<br/><br/>The chieftain scowls at this. "Does Nakpik speak true? Do tall ones come to aid Sootscale tribe?"