Devaguea stared at the kobold chieftain, before visibly taking a deep breath and speaking in draconic. "So I see that kobold's promises and loyalties are just as fleeting and worthless as the soft skins. I said I would return to speak about your tribe's loyalty, and what you would promise was dependent on how much of Tartuk's treasures we left behind. I recall taking three items and a stolen ring, leaving a... ha ha ha,<em>dragon's share</em>of coins and goods behind, let alone whatever the mites had gathered."<br/><br/>He leaned forward, struggling to contain the fires inside, uncaring of how the flames danced about his maw, or his eyes flashed from gold to red. "Did. I. Make. A. Mistake?"<br/><br/>Another deep breath, before his eyes returned to gold, and the flames vanished from his maw. "When I saved your tribe?"