You do not know how much gold/coin was in the chest. You do know that you would be paid from the contents of it, 5 gp in Knott and 5 more in Traksing, so at least 40 just to cover the initial party's pay.
The kobold relaxes just a slight bit more on Portia's words.
"We are told when shipments are coming through with coin. We take the coin " you notice he doesn't say steal, for whatever that is worth... "though, you may have made that harder" the kobold says looking past you at the bodies. "We get the coins. We take our share. I glit them. We get rich!"
"You promise," the kobold looks at each one of you, "you leave. No more killing. We show you where the pickup is if you like. You can follow them or wait. Gold probably gone. We just take and put most outside. We just take ours. Five coins" and he looks at that bowl of liquid metal gold. "Not much, but I make us lots!"
"I don't know what to say to that, but can't fault a group for trying to survive. You help us get our job done I promise I won't kill another kobold that isn't trying to kill me " Dragen says with a snort
The kobold lowers the vial and puts away his weapon, nodding in agreement, "follow" it says, walking past Gelidus and down the hall.
Your led through the room containing cages of small animals and tanks full of all types of crawling bugs and insects. Passing through and turning down another corridor, you step into what was once a grand chamber. A rotted carpet stretches across the cracked floor, dulled to the color of ash. Four pillars rise around the room’s center, each carved with scenes of dwarven warriors locked in battle with orcs, goblins, and towering giants. Faded but fierce, the engravings tell of ancient conflicts. The air smells faintly of wild animals, and you catch quick glimpses—small, twitching shapes darting between shadows: rodent-like creatures, watching, waiting.
You follow him through the room and ascend a narrow staircase, emerging through a pair of heavy double doors. Weather-worn and expertly concealed, they vanish into the surrounding stone and ivy swallowed long ago by nature’s quiet reclamation. The air is fresh and still.
A short distance ahead stands a moss-covered boulder, its rounded bulk perched on the fringe of the woods, no more than a hundred feet from the road.
Once above ground, he stops and turns to you.
"We watch the road for carts and merchants who camp for the night. We sneak in, we steal coins, only coins, we come back. We take 5 coins, we Goldglit them, and put the rest in a bag and put them behind that stone. It's a good deal for Kobolds. We don't hurt anyone. Just want coins. Sometimes he tells us when a cart is coming through, like yours, so we know."
He circles the stone and shrugs. "The bag is gone. The collector has already come and taken it."
He looks at you, waiting to see if there is anything else before he returns to no doubt determine the amount of damage you have caused him and his 'operation'.
"Where is the pick up point?"
OOC - Do we know how much gold was in the chest before it was stolen?
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
You do not know how much gold/coin was in the chest. You do know that you would be paid from the contents of it, 5 gp in Knott and 5 more in Traksing, so at least 40 just to cover the initial party's pay.
The kobold relaxes just a slight bit more on Portia's words.
"We are told when shipments are coming through with coin. We take the coin " you notice he doesn't say steal, for whatever that is worth... "though, you may have made that harder" the kobold says looking past you at the bodies. "We get the coins. We take our share. I glit them. We get rich!"
"You promise," the kobold looks at each one of you, "you leave. No more killing. We show you where the pickup is if you like. You can follow them or wait. Gold probably gone. We just take and put most outside. We just take ours. Five coins" and he looks at that bowl of liquid metal gold. "Not much, but I make us lots!"
"Promise no more killing!"
"Promise?"
"I don't know what to say to that, but can't fault a group for trying to survive. You help us get our job done I promise I won't kill another kobold that isn't trying to kill me " Dragen says with a snort
With a privileged background, Gelidus struggles to truly understand. However, at this point they're too tired to care more than getting the job done.
"Fine. Show us where it is, Kobold." Gelidus puts their mace away. "Put away your vial, weapon and anything else deadly. Then we have deal."
The kobold lowers the vial and puts away his weapon, nodding in agreement, "follow" it says, walking past Gelidus and down the hall.
Your led through the room containing cages of small animals and tanks full of all types of crawling bugs and insects. Passing through and turning down another corridor, you step into what was once a grand chamber. A rotted carpet stretches across the cracked floor, dulled to the color of ash. Four pillars rise around the room’s center, each carved with scenes of dwarven warriors locked in battle with orcs, goblins, and towering giants. Faded but fierce, the engravings tell of ancient conflicts. The air smells faintly of wild animals, and you catch quick glimpses—small, twitching shapes darting between shadows: rodent-like creatures, watching, waiting.
You follow him through the room and ascend a narrow staircase, emerging through a pair of heavy double doors. Weather-worn and expertly concealed, they vanish into the surrounding stone and ivy swallowed long ago by nature’s quiet reclamation. The air is fresh and still.
A short distance ahead stands a moss-covered boulder, its rounded bulk perched on the fringe of the woods, no more than a hundred feet from the road.
Once above ground, he stops and turns to you.
"We watch the road for carts and merchants who camp for the night. We sneak in, we steal coins, only coins, we come back. We take 5 coins, we Goldglit them, and put the rest in a bag and put them behind that stone. It's a good deal for Kobolds. We don't hurt anyone. Just want coins. Sometimes he tells us when a cart is coming through, like yours, so we know."
He circles the stone and shrugs. "The bag is gone. The collector has already come and taken it."
He looks at you, waiting to see if there is anything else before he returns to no doubt determine the amount of damage you have caused him and his 'operation'.
"You said 'he tells us when a cart is coming', who is 'he'?"
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue