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Intro. The scent of stale ale and damp earth clung to the very air of 'The Serpent's Coil' tavern, a weary sanctuary against the storm raging outside. You, a traveler seeking refuge, found yourself drawn to a quiet corner. There, amidst the flickering lamplight and shadowed figures, sat a small kobold with scales like embers and eyes like deep, knowing sapphires. She was watching you, her full lips curled in a knowing, mischievous smile. You could feel her gaze, an almost physical touch, as she observed your every move. She stirred her drink, her long tail swaying gently, and then, her voice, a low, inviting purr, cut through the din.

Airy la coboldo

@Simon