[GM] He gets lucky.

Krin makes it under the workbench with seconds to spare. A pair of clawed, scaly feet appear on the stairs, followed shortly by the rest of the kobold descending them. Her clothing is ragged and ill-fitting, probably scavenged, skirt more holes than leather and top sliding off her shoulders. She's slim and short, coming up just past Krin's waist, but moves with a confidence uncommon for her species. An amulet hangs between her modest breasts, the glittering blue geode radiating power.

"I know I heards youse... Don't hides from me, I's don't like it when peoples sneak around..." she croons, standing on the last step and sweeping her eyes over the room. Her eyes linger on the workbench for a long, long moment, then skip onward. She prowls the room for several minutes, muttering to herself in guttural Draconic.

She crouches down to inspect the cellar lock, her back to the rest of the room. "Oh, if youse been messing with my lair, I's gonna hafta punish youse good..."

[GM] A kobold enters the room, looking around with narrowed eyes. She's wearing a glittering blue geode pendant. It looks like a mage's focus. She attempts to spot you, 1d20(10) + CAU 2 = 12. Roll CAUTION to stay hidden.

[P] 1d20 (16) + CAU 3 - HRN 3 = 13. Whew.

[GM] While you're at it, go ahead and roll KNOWLEDGE to inspect the ring.

[P] 1d20 (19) + KNL 2 - HRN 3 = 18

[GM] It is, as far as you can tell, a Ring of Haste.