"Yeah.  Little bugger got one right through the back."  "Not our fault!  He was down before the kobolds called us!"<br/><br/>Krunsh waves a hand dismissively as he straightens.  "No matter.  We did leave four youngling kobolds as our welcoming committee, you can hardly expect them to live forever.  Do they have any burial rites to observe?  There's always the stewpot if they don't..."  He bends to examine the rogue as they set her down.<br/><br/>"Hm.  What is she, some kind of elf?  I can never keep track of them all."  A lecherous smirk crosses his face.  "Pretty, though.  We've had quite some luck in intruders so far..."