"Sure you are. That would make the leader a freaking kobold. Try again, faker. You guys folded like an elf at a dwarven drinking party, you acted like a bunch of halfling recruits, and could barely do a passable leer. You guys had none of the presence or swagger of a real gang, all actors trying to be real. What is your boss then, a pansy with a stick with a lighter on the end?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, he was internally laughing. This fool was going to give them everything they needed to deal with the Rusts, and gladly.