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Thank goodness for that!
Gervase takes a knee before Yiddlepode and searches her person for back-up weapons she didn’t drop during the fight.
Eventually she draws the tubular trap-component she used to beat Yippitok with. The ranger lays the improvised club at the new Sewer Dragon leader’s feet and bows her head.
“Queen Yiddlepode, my traps are your traps.”
Chieftain Yiddlepode solemnly takes the tube from her brother's workshop and raises it over her head. "Sewer Dragons!" she proclaims. "Who is your chieftain!?"
roar back hundreds of kobold voices.
Satisfied, Yiddlepode beckons with her new tube for the Pathfinders to follow her backstage while two guards scurry forward to retrieve the fallen body of Kibizax. Once the adventurers are huddled inside what looks to have once been a dressing room, she closes the door and turns to face them.
"Thank you for your help with this. Father... was not all there these last years and thought he could make the Society kneel. I know this is a foolish course of action, and we would gain much more from a partnership. I am no fool - but neither am I willing to sacrifice the good of my tribe for your Society's convenience. Now, what do you propose?"
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“Something quite simple.”
Gervase grins. “Hand over any Pathfinder agents and caravan goods your father captured in recent months.”
“And starting right now, no more traps and ambushes on Pathfinder caravans.”
“In return, the Society can fence NON-PATHFINDER goods for you on the surface and obtain supplies at reasonable prices.”
“We can also act as your trade agent for any of your own goods you may wish to export to Absalom. The alchemical substances and traps Yippitok manufactures for example.”
“If the Decemvirate’s chamberlain can be convinced of your reliability, the Society could become a major customer of your brother’s wares.”
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"Can we extend that to a proposal of no ambushes on any caravan, Pathfinder or otherwise? The sewers are byzantine and dangerous as is - there doesn't need to be active interference. The Sewer Dragons can act as guides for those that it deems worthy of aid, and let the rest flounder on their own. This will be profitable on all sides, and not needlessly risk precious life."
Yiddlepode nods at Gervase's proposal, but tilts her head in puzzlement at Rossby's idea. "If we kobolds are to judge who is worthy of aid, it'll be those that don't need help," she counters. "And if people think they can just wander around in our home, then they'll steal our stuff and smash our eggs. No, we just leave Pathfinders alone." After a few more minutes to discuss placement of drop sites and exchange rates, the new kobold chieftain nods in satisfaction. "Yes, that'll work. I'll have some guards escort you back to the surface."