Reliik was not fond of this. He was not at home, in his nice, safe mine (safe being relative, in any case). Nor did any of this look or sound remotely familiar. Not to mention the humans. Humans everywhere. The kobold scuttled to a corner of the room and crouched.

Why didn't he have his sword? Or a crossbow? Or anything useful?

The stupid voice in his head wasn't helping either.

Bah. Magic.