<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d4/5b/5f/d45b5f74e3cb88edb8992e1c664e02f6.jpg)</div>For some folks, kobolds are a threat, stealing chickens, killing sheep, and generally getting up to mischief.  Indeed, when ganged up upon by three kobolds at once who have just pulled you off of a ledge to safety above flames, they can even be a threat to a Delver.  But to Phelypsis, they are much more like ragdolls.<br/><br/>Each of the boots sends them bouncing and yapping, protecting their heads and cringing, yelping and yapping in frustration and pain.  "No kill!  No kill!  Get out easy!" they yelp out before they are grabbed by the tails.  Claws scramble on the floor as they are pulled backwards and lifted up to Phelypsis's eye level.  Shaking and shivering (and one of the two slowly spinning from the tail-hold) the two kobolds whimper and beg, "Yes!  Bag!  Beg!  Work butts!  No kill!"  After another bit of shaking, one of the kobolds stops talking, having noticed the enormous red cleavage that he is dangling above, eyes widening and mouth slacking open.  His claws begin to reach for them when the other smacks him in the face.  "Way out!"<br/><br/>As they are deposited on the ground, the kobolds quickly pull themselves together, tightening belts, shivering, and looking up at Phelypsis with just enormous, sad kobold eyes.  "Way out, now, no get hit!"  They begin quickly making their way through the tunnels, yapping to each other, yelping when they find collapsed tunnels, and urging the Delvers to move faster.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, do you follow?</strong>