The kobold glances between Tyra and Draiss, a young, scrawny-looking thing, that looks as if it walked across miles of desert. "My master has sent me to speak with you, oh mighty mage," the kobold says, bowing its head subserviently as it speaks. "He wishes an audience with you, who has tamed a fellow dragon, so well. An audience, and, perhaps, a bargain. He has a great many treasures he says you might be interested, sir."