Devaguea looked at the hole, then at his companions, then returned his gaze to the small hole. It was big enough for a couple kobolds, which meant the others could squeeze in, but it would be single file, and if they got ambushed...<br/><br/>He shuddered away that thought, before shaking his head. "Talia, Damien, any better entrances than this?"<br/><br/>He wasn't expecting a good answer, but it was helping him hold off making a worse decision. After getting an answer, he sighed, before grabbing his bag, and heading for the hole. "If this turns into a fight, it won't end well for us. So I will try diplomacy. Hopefully it doesn't end up with me as a rug."<br/><br/>He vaguely remembered the kobolds at the moon radish patch mentioning a Sharptooth or something, but figured it was just a half dragon at most. If he met another dragon, one that actually was a true dragon rather than one like him, the fight would be very one sided.