When Twich was given his latest task from the Master, a part of him was somewhat annoyed that he was being called away from his experiments so soon after they had began. Granted they were only the preliminary tests but being absent for them might result in him losing information and delaying his research.

While not ideal, Twich managed to rope a couple of Imps into staying in his lab and gave them some basic instructions; They were never to touch the bodies, they were to observe and keep note of anything out of the ordinary that happened and if one of them died they were to write down the time of their death (Twich had made sure his clock was properly freshly winded up for just that purpose). It was the best he could do under such a sudden deadline through...

Speaking of the mission that he had been given, Twich's mind was already combing through his current set of objectives and the information that the Master had to provide for the third time as it tried to piece together a plan of action. He already had a fairly decent way to pin it on the humans and have already sent a messenger to the Master requesting at least two weapons and two sets of armor from whatever passed for the town watch from that village that they had raided the day before. A second messenger had been dispatched to whatever lair That Which Consumes Peace had taken for itself with a request that it carefully pick two of its slaves to come with them; They would not be coming back.

At least there was the starting of a plan; First and foremost they needed more intel but that would have to wait for them to arrive there. Taking the time to make sure he had his supplies topped up, the kobold went to meet with the rest of his team and get underway.