Attempt 2, floor 1! WE ARE NOW ANTI JELLYFISH!

[Anastasia]

"No. I only know this little fragment. I'm sorry...Tchaener." A sad smile plays on her face as she unwinds, letting go of the warrior. "Go. Maybe you'll even survive."

[Carthrat]

Tchaener looks sombre as he bows finally to the woman. It is not a flourishing or captivating bow, but the short nod of a soldier.

"Then, I'm off," he says, turning to leave the room and rejoin his companions.

[Corwin]

"Success?" Corwin asks him, looking at Tchaener from behind a mess of bandages which leave only his eyes visible.

[Carthrat]

"Correct. I've the gem," he responds, sounding somewhat down.

"Shall we proceed?"

[Corwin]

Corwin nods at Tchaener's words. "We go in after those creatures, or try to reason with them?"

[Carthrat]

Tchaener gives a tiny shrug. "To be honest, either solution is likely to produce victory. In the interests of novelty, I shall try and speak with them."

[Dracos]

"Did anyone bring silver or gold?  There was some in her room and it would likely make things easier with them," Aesop suggested.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"I don't want to speak to her again," says Tchaener, sounding a little uncomfortable.

"Doesn't matter. My rhetoric is strong, right now. If worst comes to worst, we'll simply butcher the lot, and that will be that."

[Dracos]

Aesop nodded, staying behind the charismatic one so as not to ruin his flare. "Remember, we want them to set upon his tauntedness if we can."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Hmph."

So saying, Tchaener pushes open the kobold door, marching boldly inside!

[Anastasia]

Ahead is a long retangular corridor. Hay and offal are left about, a foul stentch permeating the air. Small stacks and huts of scrap wood and heavy hay are about. Inside vicious little Kobolds peek out, gathering in the center of the hall! There must be a dozen of the creatures, blue furred and wearing dirty leathers! One stands at the top of the pack, eyes with unusual intelligent brimming over. "Me Hector. This is our village! No one pass without paying the toll!

[Carthrat]

"The toll, my little friend? Tell me, what is your toll?" asks Tchaener, broadly.

[Anastasia]

"Shiny things!" Pointing at the hilt of Tchaener's two handed sword, "Shiny things like that!"

[Carthrat]

"This old thing?" asks Tchaener, bermused. "When far shinier things hide away behind your door? Surely, young seeker, you jest!"

[Anastasia]

"Anything shiny!" Hector says, as his troops behind him nod and look 'fearsome'. "Shiny!" Another carols, rubbing it's handpaws together. "Shiny-shiny!"

The lead kobold nods, "We want shiny things. Pretty things. Toll's shiny things."