<div class="floatright">(http://1-media-cdn.foolz.us/ffuuka/board/tg/image/1337/09/1337095155450.jpg)</div>The smallest of the three creeping up to join Dylan split off and join him before motioning the girls to do the same. "So that's them? What's the plan, do we go after one group, and then the other? Or split up and try to take them both?" His eyes gleamed an easy red in the starlight, and he moved as silently as a shadow. "Let's go down, get as close as we can under the cover of darkness, then blow them away before they can ruin any of the equipment. Anyone have any brighter ideas?" he snorted at his own cleverness, the play on words of light and shadow amusing the kobold as he looked at the others.<br/><br/>A brow furrowed suddenly as he spied Scotsi's form, and he tilted his head at her. "You decided not to dress or even put on shoes for a trek in the darkness? Hopefully you do not stub your toe on some rock and alert them of our presence," he continues skeptically before sighing. "I thought you mammals valued your soft skin." A clawed hand raked softly over his own barely-dressed form beneath the padding he wore to stop the smallest of blows, and thanked the Winged Ones that the scales he had been born with protected him from the sand that mammals often complained about during their treks into the desert. They always complained that it got into places that they never even knew they had, but a quick rub-down had always divested him of it--it helped that his scaled skin didn't allow any moisture to escape, which is what he assumed kept the sand tight to their less-armored bodies.<br/><br/>He looked again at Dylan. "Any activity from them before they split? What do you think they even want?" he asked in a sibilant manner, looking more closely at the man.