The eye looked at her inquisitively and was then shoved aside to accompany another eye. This one looked quite surprised, looked her up and down and sparkled with glee.
"YES! ITS WHATS WE WANTS! OPENS IT UPS! OPENS IT NOW!!!"
She stood back up, eyebrow raised, trying to look into the door as it opened. What they wanted....? What had they done to the place while she was away? In the back of her mind she knew her father's room was down this hallway, but she ignored it for now.
The door opened onto a squabble of nervous Kobolds and one in particular scurried forth.
He looks Marg over hurriedly, checks her hair and her face, tugs at her clothes, taps her armor, quickly gives her a thorough once over and then claps with a shriek of excitement.
"IS THE ONES!! IS HER!!!"
The Kobolds are all VERY excited and usher into this room in which they seem to have set up a mock throne room. The Kobold that seems to be in charge (the same one who frisked her) scurries back to his crude chair and jumps into it, yelling in joy.
Behind him, on the wall.... is a painting of Margrett and her Father. Seems they recognize her.
Margrett was shocked as she was led through. What, did they idolize her now? Did they find the picture and build an entire religion from that? She was speechless a moment and stood there trying to think of what to say.
The noble looking Kobold (as noble as a Kobold might look) sits firmly on his ramshackle throne and stamps his ramshackle sceptre. The crowd then kneels and hushes as he speaks in a ramshackle tone, as serious as a Kobold might be.
"The red one promsies us a pretty, we takes it with glee. We works for him then, he says we sees ultimate rewards. We digs and we digs, we hurts and we cries. We asks for rewards and he giveses us deaths, says this is ultimate rewards. We stucks, we cannot runs, we cannot flees, we stuck until we finds it. And finds it we dids."
"We finds it, the FORGE wes did. We comes here, escapes nasty orrible Orcses and then works for the red one. We works hards and finds it the forge, but...
.... we tricks it. Then we escapes, now my peoples are free!
But he stills screams he does, he still wants us, he hates us so. He howls and he hates, he haunts the forge now with the pretties we gives it."
The Kobold king nodded excitedly and bounced off his throne, pointing at the painting.
"YESS! YOU ARE NOBLE WARRIORS YESS? YOU CAN KILLS IT, TAKES ITS TREASURES!"
"But.... it wants this!! It gaves it to uss, tricked us! USE ITS!"
Half Crown of Orlune. - The Half Crown of Orlune was gifted to a priestess for endless charitable acts. - Accessory. - The user gains a + 3 to Martial Prowess when headbutting. - The user can use Infravision once per day. This lasts 1 hour. - The user gains favorable Kinship amongst the poor.
It seemed quite apparent that she could well wear it under her hat, albeit it a little snugly.
The Kobold king meanwhile was scrounging behind his throne and started tossing a frame here, and old map there, another painting of no consequence and then... he pulled out a crinkled and rolled up scrap of parchment.
"THIS ONE WORES IT! ITS SPECIAL FOR CERTAINS YES?"
Reptilian hands quickly unravelled the parchment to show what was a charcoal rendition of a person.
Margrett was speechless. Literally. She took the drawing, then blinked, just staring.
She... She cleared her throat.
She looked...good...when she was younger. She shook her head and gave it back, putting the crown on. It did fit snugly, but maybe she could have the smith cat adjust it. It felt...strange.
Alright. I'll go down to the forge and see what's going on.
Well then. With some modest fanfare and shouts of joy regarding their freedom from their suggested slavery, the Kobolds saw her off after giving her some simply directions. She was to head to the basement and find their tunnel...
... which was unusual. The basement had never housed a forge. None that she knew of.