The kobold priestess snarls, and whip a sneering gaze at those now awake. She glances at Hrafen - the smallest of you holding her tight... thwarting her destructive impulse, and snorts... "Peace, peace, peace... for kobolds who beg for your scraps... Bah! I will keep quiet. Go to our war cave, and we see what comes."
She curls up to return to sleep, and after a few more minutes, the old blind troll moves on. You wake in the morning without further incident.
Hrafen shakes his head sadly.
"Others will come to this area, ones that will not be interested in peace and alliance like we are. Would it not be better to take a chance on possibly improving your strength by making a mutually beneficial deal with us, rather than risking extinction by trying to do it alone?"
Regardless of the kobold's response, Hrafen is ready and willing to go to the Kobolds' lair in the morning.
Let's pick up the pace again :-)