"Hah, a bear would've been better," one of the soldiers replied, before Kesten glared the man into silence. "Kobolds," he said, after a brief pause. "An entire pack of them, with blackened scales. They struck our camp at night, and while we were able to drive them away, we took a lot of hits." He rubbed at his bandaged arm, and winced. "It was a long walk back here."<br/><br/>