Although the kobolds are gone, there is a vague feeling of being silently watched in the air, maybe it's the swirling grey sky, seeming to spin in a way that resembles an unblinking eye, maybe the fact that even the visible crashing of the waves makes no sound.  Only the grinding of Nuria's boot and a muted, gentle gurgle from the fountain.  Perhaps whomever or whatever is watching got an eyeful.<br/><br/>The kobold statue dislodges easily in Sydney's hand, a little cracked stone lizard with it's hands held up above it's head.  As she begins to carry the statue toward the portal, she quickly realizes that it is getting heavier and larger, no more than ten paces from the fountain, it has increased to four times the size.  Walking it fully to the portal is going to begin to be difficult, the weight of the stone growing as well.<br/><br/>Should Sydney prevail in dragging it to the edge of the portal or bringing it through, the kobold statue reaches full size and when toppled through past the portal, remains stone.<br/><br/>A sickly popping bubbling comes from the fountain as the little trickle of black sludge from the crystal falls into the water there.