“NO SHOOT!” The little voice yelled from around the corner.
Nimble had his dagger in hand, ready to throw at whatever was about to come through the doorway. The rest of the group lept to their feet, abandoning their rations and making ready with their various weapons.
“Why not?” Nimble asked the voice.
After a moment’s pause “Ugrut wants talk, not blood.” Another pause, “Not fight.”
“Show yourself” Rathgar ordered.
“No shoot.” Feris promised.
From around the doorway an orange skinned kobold edged into view, keeping low. “Ugrut wants talk” it repeated. “Reply?”
The party exchanged glances. “Okay. Tell Ugruk we’ll talk.” Rathgar replied.
With a nod, the kobold slipped back through the doorway, and the quick tap of claw on stone faded into the dungeon’s distance.
“I’m surprised.” Feris admitted. “I didn’t think you’d go for a negotiation.”
Rathgar shrugged. “I’m more interested in the Yellow Mage than some orc tribe.”