The kobold walks up and looks, pinching his nose shut to drown out the pheromones from Eyefang's potion. "Sharpspike no see blood, but see lots of goo... Not think Gnoll finish, if that worth anything."<br/><br/>He backs away, and swaps out his stolen dagger for the Gnoll's club. In the Kobold's hands, it seems more like a greatclub, but at least it should be a bit more reliable than the dull little dagger he'd stolen from the mites.<br/><br/>"Nadia elf-girl, we should not stay here. This gnoll den, and Sharpspike not want to be here when more gnolls come home..."