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"Nicodemos has said that it does. I suspect that stopping by the Main Square may prove fruitful, since you and Kintari have not received your lists."

Well, let us then be up and going friends.

Rathma walks past you back towards the way that you came.

I figure you came in the front door? Well, that should be a much easier way out than where I did. Err...

Something occuring to him, he turns around and hurredly stalks off in another direction.

Wait here. I've forgotten a little something.

You see him walk rapidly down the hallway and out of sight. The thick thump of his boots keep you generally informed of where he is, and you hear some unknown activity. Shortly thereafter, a door closes quietly and the sound of falling bootsteps comes nearer as he turns the corner, looking satisfied and relieved. He stops in front of the group and holds the parchment out in front of him before continuing down the stairs.

Actually, I believe this was yours.

We head out the door, closing it silently behind us. We arrive at the city square and start heading towards the Hall, when we hear a small voice yell from behind us.

"Stop!!!"

We spin around just in time to see a cloaked figure dart around us and hide behind Teramain. Two more cloaked figures run up to us and point at the quivering bundle behind us.

"Release him into our hands. He is wanted for denying his culture, and insulting the tribal leader"

"I didn't think that telling the chief that it was a little better and easier on the workers to dig in a different way was an insult!!!" You hear the bundle squeak from behind our legs.

"Stop your pitiful whining, worm!!! You will be brought back to the tribe and punished for your crimes!!! Now stop hiding and face your destiny!!!" One of the figures yells.

Dominic sneaks a look at his parchment. Any changes to the list of names?

((grrr...need a sheet badly. Must get on that ASAP. Rolls shall be under Rathma2 because I already have a 'rathma' in that die rolling system redface ))

Knowledge:religion (pending)

Diplomacy (pending)

I don't think I can just sit here and allow you to kill someone, no matter how offensive.

Rathma shakes his head defiantly.

This god of yours, the watcher of all tribes, he may condone such killings, but I will not. You are in the jurisdiction of the council of ten, and I cannot allow you to take him. Why don't you just leave him here?


Rathma shrugs non-commitally.

You've gotten rid of him, he'll never come back, and if it makes you feel any better, you can tell the chieftan that you killed him in the process of hunting him down.

Rathma watches them go, still acting with a cool manner as though he really doesn't give a care in the world what happens. As the two cloaked figures slowly leave sight though, he exhales heavily and sinks down a little in his boots. After a moment, he turns back to the bundle that is hiding behind the group of them, and his usual mannerisms return.

Well, I've gotten rid of those two for you, but perhaps you'd best be doing a little explaining. It seems I've already caught your first name, but a little more information would be nice.

Yes.

Well, I am a kobold, a small reptilian creature with strong affinity for dragons. I was born a Copper dragonwrought kobold. My parents thought that it must have been a mistake. How could a copper dragon influence the children of a chromatic dragon? But my troubles did not stop there. I also thought way too much for a miner. I was also placed in a arcane school, where they teach the arcane art. I didn't do too well, so I ran away and hid. Lo and Behold, that was my calling. I discovered that I was very apt at hiding. I could hide places others could not. I began to train myself. I lived a little ways away from the tribe, always sneaking in and stealing food. One day, I got cocky and got captured. I was brought before the chief and told me that I was to be killed. I was placed in a small cell in the prison, next to the mining center. I began to listen to the conversations of the kobolds that were mining, they were once my friends, but now the whole tribe was my enemy. I began to think, again, and was eventually brought before the chief once more to try to convert to the traditional ways. I, having listened to the miners, had a few words to say on their behalf, not by their permission of course, and that which was said was called blasphemy. I was to be killed the next day for my comments.
I could not throw my life away without purpose, so I snuck out. In the morning when the guards found me absent, they sent out a hunting party. They had just caught up to me and would have killed me in plain sight of the Council of the Ten Kings had you adventurers not been where you are now.

I have just one thing to ask of you. Will you allow me to accompany you on your adventures? I promise I will be a valuable part of your team.