<div class="floatright">(https://dnd35.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/111025kobolds.jpg?w=640&amp;h=504)</div>As Sydney strides forward towards the kobolds, they abruptly break apart from each other.  The taller kobold with a cape pulls back his arm and throws the bread towards the demon, falling a good twenty feet or so short.  The other two scramble on the ground, whimpering and yelping out in their wish to avoid violence.<br/><br/>"No hurting!"<br/><br/>"Stop fight!"<br/><br/>"Stoppit, stoppit!" yips out the leader as he turns to face Phelypsis.  "Greeting big creature," he responds in kind raising his hand as well.  "We have outnumber of you, though.  So um..."<br/><br/>"The trackses!" comes a shout of encouragement from the robed kobold before it cowers back behind the pile of junk next to the hole in the ground, pulling a pot up onto his head.<br/><br/>"Right!  Trackses!  We are trackses collectors, collects trackses from anyone who wants to pass through."<br/><br/>"Taxes!" yelps the third in a pitiful whine as he faces the wall covering his head, fully in view of Phelypsis and the rest of the delvers.<br/><br/>The leader spares him a quick glare and then crosses his arms.  "Right, so, you can have city.  Conquer away.  But we own this gate and we collects tra- taxes.  We take money, stuffs, foods, clothses, or better offers."  He then puts on his very best scary voice and adds to that, "Or elses."<br/><br/>"Yeah! Trackses or elses!"<br/><br/>"Taxes or trackses!"<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, is... is that kobold giving you attitude?  What... what... what is this?  What do you do?<br/><br/>(This may not be a bad time for a Discern Realities from someone in the group)</strong>