There's a commotion in the market

Scorchscale heard loud noises from the central market, looking out the simple hole that was a window for his clay hut he noticed that almost everybody in the village were gathering. There were not just kobolds around, he noticed instantly how there were several larger humanoids in the village, standing in the center of the square, something was going on. The newly leveled Alchemist grabbed his Bag of Holding and walked outof his hut to see what was going on in the market square.

As he reached the square he climbed up on a barrel to see over the other kobolds and his eyes widened as he saw Warchief Flamefang Brimscale standing tall on the other side of the square, his eight personal guards standing by his side along with Scorchscale's mother, the High Shaman. The leader of the growing Kobold society stared with his burning red eyes at the strangers and spoke up in a neutral voice. "What do you wish of Flamefang strangers? Not many dares to draw out Flamefang without reasons, which could be reasons enough for Flamefang to rip out your throats if you are here to deceive him." The strangers stepped forward and spoke up to the warchief, and Scorchscale finally saw what kind of creatures were in the village.