The Kobolds all look at you for a moment, shocked, and return to conferring amongst themselves in undercommon. Finally, they turn back, and the priest begins to explain things to you as best he can.<br/><br/>"Bone is claw bone of ancestor silver dragon. Dragon bones black, not white, like stone from inside cave. We think mites steal dragon bone because bone said to have magic still in it... but we think bone is just bone. Been dead too long." The kobold shrugs, as if to say that the magical properties of the bone have never really been a concern to him. The purple kobold seems more interested than the chief, but only slightly. Sharpspike just looks a bit confused, so he opts to stand and look "official."<br/><br/>"And mites... mites not kobolds. Mites nasty creatures who live under grounds. They like faerie that fall out of ugly tree and hit all branches..." Strangely enough, what would normally sound like a joke, seems like an honest description in the kobold's mind. "They not so friendly as Sootscales... Like cause hurt, like break things, and no like company. Sharpspike and Elfgirl must be careful around them..."