
Gurtlekrep of the Truescale |

Following Chillel into the room, since she has been his "handler" all along, Gurtlekrep yips with excitement when he sees the robed kobold with the oversize ear. "Kerrdremak!" He calls. Kerrdremak and Gurtlekrep embrace in a short hug, before Kerrdremak turns to answer Chillel's question. He seems not at all perturbed that Gurtlekrep is tied up, nor that he is following around a group of "pink-skins."
The lop-eared, red robed kobold says: "I'm assuming you speak Common." His language is a very practiced and fluent Common. "To answer what we need saving from might require a rather lengthy conversation. The short answer, though, is easy, Vreggma, consort to the king, and Jekkajak the inept shaman-counselor. They have pulled the Truescale tribe down from glory into the depths of despair, and done so in a very short time span. All done so to feed her ego, or, in his case, following some unknown prophecy borne more by his own senility than any planar power."
Kerrdremak's vocabulary and fluent common make it very clear he is not your average kobold, and taking a closer look at his accoutrement gives one the sense that he may be an arcane caster of sorts. He looks at all those that have entered his field of vision, and remarks, "A hearty band of adventurers, indeed. What do you call yourselves?"
I thought about making another alias for Kerrdremak as he could be a frequently "posting" NPC. I think I'll wait to see how things play out before doing that. I hope my post made it clear that Kerrdremak is the kobold doing all of the talking here, besides Gurtlekrep's excited yip of his name.