The others looked a bit surprised, but stepped back, and let the dragon pass.<br/><br/>The kobolds were all lying on their backs, groaning; around them, the discarded leaves of finished radishes, and the remains of half-eaten ones surround them, while large baskets, brimming with more of the vegetables sit nearby. As he approached, one grabs a half-eaten radish, brings it to his mouth, takes a bite, then then drops it again, sighing.<br/><br/>It takes any of them a moment before they even notice his presence. One finally looks in his direction, after he'd been posing for almost uncomfortably long, suddenly wailing in surprise. "AHH! IS OLD SHARPTOOTH!" the small, scaly creature cries. This immediately catches the attention of the others, who now spot him, and similarly begin panicking... as they roll and wobble, and attempt to stagger to their feet.