Having somehow fallen into a deep sleep and being awoken, a very groggy tiefling briskly walks up from behind and wipes at his eyes. The smoke made him thought there was food. But no, there is only chaos and death.
Seeing the group, he wanders up behind, ready to tap a shoulder to inquire about what in the hells is going on. Though, seeing the situation ahead, he comes to his own conclusion.
Coming around to the side, he brings his lute up, tunes it, and clears his throat. After a few
mi mo miiiii's, he strums a soothing tune and sings along.
"
Kobolds, O Kobolds, please go to sleep! You've rudely awakes this bard with the chaos you wreak!"
OOC:
Casting sleep on the kobolds, trying to not get the woman in the casting.