The cheiftain gave Devaguea a glance and a slight shake of his head, before gesturing his head towards his tribe. Then he turned to his followers, and shouted, "The false shaman is dead, and we are free of the curse! Celebrate, and prepare for war, Sootscale clan, we will drive these mites from our land, for good!"<br/><br/>The crowd cheers, and leave the room, leaving only the adventurers and the cheiftain behind, who sighs heavily, and seems to deflate, his voice becoming more intelligent-sounding. "Thank you... you have saved our tribe from destruction, this day. This shaman... has been leading us astray. I do not know how, or why... but he has used magics to turn a kobold's scales yellow, and declared that it was a curse laid down upon us, by Sharptooth. Too many believed him... too many, I could not dissuade them. I needed to break his hold over them, to truly free us, and you ahve let me do so. I am very thankful. It has been a difficult ruse to maintain, less I become Tartuk's next victim."