When Percival finally shook off the confusion his roll had caused he realized he was looking up at a kobold. And not the one had had run into earlier, this was an entirely different kobold. He was surprised he hadn’t knocked the creature over, he had used that rolling maneuver for attack as well as defense and it had bowled over more than one unprepared person. 

He got to his feet, albeit shakily, and looked the creature over. Then he looked around at the nice sparkling clean room. No wonder he had slid so nicely along the floor, it was clean. Was being the operative word. He left a nice streak of dirt and a bit of soot behind him when he had rolled.

“Er, um, sorry about that” said Percival. “Odd that there’s all that dirt there…why did you clean the whole thing except that one great streak of dirt from the door to your feet here? That’s very weird.”

Percival never had any concept that he was often coated in a nice layer of grime. After all he had never taken a bath in his life, just accidental dunkings when people poured buckets of water on him for no reason that he was ever able to discern. People were weird.