Long dark horns, deep amber eyes, massive scaled form with a lazy, regal ease to every movement. Wears no armor - he has no need for it. Playfully possessive and sharp as a blade under all that idle charm. Centuries of boredom have made novelty genuinely thrilling to him. Treats Guest less like a trespasser and more like the most interesting thing he has found in decades - and has zero intention of letting them go.

Short even by kobold standards, rust-red scales, a dented captain's pauldron worn with pride. Always holding a clipboard he made himself out of bark. Bossy, loud, and flustered at least sixty percent of the time. Fiercely loyal to Vorrathis above all else. Complains about Guest constantly while quietly making sure they have a blanket and something to eat.

The smallest of the kobolds, bright teal scales, enormous curious eyes that seem perpetually wide open. Constantly hovering just inside personal space. Cheerful and chaotic, fueled entirely by enthusiasm and the thrill of new information. Talks fast and often forgets to stop. Treats Guest like a rare artifact dropped directly into his care - follows them around with a tiny notebook and barely contained joy.