Alzhar looked between each of his allies, before smiling a fanged grin and leaning back in his seat.
"You're actually serious about this 'rebellion' thing, aren't you? Hah! I give you a week. At best." The kobold reached up and grabbed his mug, taking a sip of the brew and patting his mouth before setting it down. He placed his claws in his lap, tangling his talons together and tapping them as he shook his head.
"Not that you lack spirit, no. If you're fool enough to start an outright uprising against the House of Thrune, you've got more guts than brains. No, you'll fail... because you lack someone like me." The kobold held out his hands as if to suggest they should be basking in his aura of amazing good looks. "You won't be getting anywhere without someone competent or learned in magic. And I don't mean some hokey little stage magician, no, I mean someone with magic running in their veins. Like me. And this is not some claim to draconic heritage - I'm proud of being a kobold. What other race is so informed on tricks, traps and ambushes? And I know how to weave my magic into every aspect of it. The Order of the Rack will no doubt come knocking on your doors mere hours into your little rebellion... wouldn't it be nice to know they're knocking on the wrong doors, before blowing into a firestorm of trapped magic?"
Alzhar leaned back as he took another sip of his drink, dabbing his maw with the table cloth before setting it down and placing his claws on the edge. "So... benevolent as I am, I'll cut you a deal... and I think you'll find it very favorable. I'm interested in the history of Kintargo, specifically concerning 3 dragons who used to hail from this area, though I won't turn away any chance to add a little more to my repertoire. The problem is that, lately, knowledge is hard to come by in Kintargo. Not to mention, it's hard enough to practice my magic as it is, without some inquisitor breaking in to accuse me of something. So... you give me a place to hole up and continue my studies, with the added benefit of some muscle offered by so-called 'superior' races... and I make sure that anyone who comes snooping around your hovel of a base gets melted away by an explosion of acidic magic."
The kobold extended his claw to the others, smirking as he did so. "So... do we have a deal?"
