|The Storytelling Cat|
Brevka (and anyone who goes with her) makes her way over to the room the proprietor indicated. The unpalatable smell of filth seems to be slightly less pungent, coming from this room. As Brevka approaches, the sounds of high-pitched straining and growling come from the door.
Inside, sitting on a pile of brown blankets and a ragged grey pillow, is a kobold with purple scales trying to pry open what looks like a jet black metal canister. The kobold is wearing a reasonably clean suit of black leather armour and a short sword is belted on his hip.
"Not yet, boss! This be stuck on tight." The kobold says as the half-orc steps into the doorway. "Hey, you got crowbar or something? Maybe that'll get it open."