Maximilien immediately recognises the yelping noises, or one like it. Nasally, high pitched, and above all else, about six of them all muttering and barking and hissing. Kobolds hiding behind one of the collapsed pillars in the distance, arguing amongst themselves about what just happened.
OOC:
Yark! Kobolds are cowardly and tricky, lay traps and generally flee when the numbers get against them. No one really thought they were native to this region though; they tend to be from further north
Since it's a Spout Lore, Max also knows the truth; that most kobolds are from clans dedicated to ancient dragons, serving as their eyes, ears and occasional hands when a dragon wants something and needs to send disposable troops at things. They all feel an instinctive need to serve dragons... but how does Max know this?
Now that he knows what he's dealing with, Maximilien looks for the telltale signs of traps; nothing stands out, but he can see rope on the floor that wasn't there a moment ago that seems to be attached to the back of the now snapped spear that hit Florian.
There's another grinding noise in the darkness from where the kobolds are hidden. One of the dragonkin pokes it's head out with something on it's shoulder, and there's just enough light to spot the shimmer of metal poking out from the end of it. It's pointed in Tezoc's direction, as a result of his challenge. Another one is doing the same; with a similar kind of tube shaped object.
What now?