Roy kept a neutral expression underneath his mask when he met the gaze of the smaller kobold. He could see that she was rather cautious to share her story. Her words afterwards reaffirmed his suspicions. She was afraid that Roy would rain down the wrath of Briston on her tribe. Her family practically. He kept listening to the littel bard's story, but never broke eye contact with her even as she cleaned the paladin of the grime her magic could not. She told the party that the her tribe was large enough to be able to expend the lives of others without any real damage to the tribe. When she explained that her tribe valued those intelligent, magically inclined, or held positions in power; Roy raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, most tribes he encountered in his life only valued strength and strength alone. It did not matter to them that their chief was as dim as a cow, as long as he was strong they were happy to let him or her lead. When the kobold mentioned her master, the human musketeer leaned closer towards the kobold and dragonborn. Interested to what kind of dragon they worshiped. The manner she explained her master, as well as her explanation to his heralds and even diplomats, left a dumbfounded look on the human. He had never heard of a dragon, may it be from tales sung by the bards or books he had read in the academy, that chose diplomacy and the finer arts rather than tyrannical use of power and mindless violence.
Roy pondered on the story of the kobold. Most times, when a tribe of kobolds set up in the lands of Briston, the tribe would be dealt with with thoroughly. But from how Lilt described her tribe and her master, it seemed that they were not the typical brand of kobolds serving a dragon. "Be at ease, bard. Your tribe and master has not yet wronged or threatened Briston or her people. Rest assured that your tribe will not experience her wrath." Roy assured the kobold just before she pulled out her strange looking instrument and sang for the party. Be it some strange reason, Roy's body ached less as the little bard sang a song of her people.
When it was time to go leave the safety and peace of the temple, Roy leaned on the heavy wooden doors of the temple when he spotted the bard dash from the back of the temple. She told the party of a story her draconic master taught her, about dragons in the mountains. He grit his teeth and scowled slightly when he saw the illusion of the winged devils burning down villages. Those were the dragons that he was taught to abhor and hate with a passion. Ones that slay innocents for their own merriment and subject those innocents who survive to suffer beyond measure. It seemed that Lilt shared the same distaste for the red dragon for different but summat parallel reasons. "If I may interject, I too have heard and read stories regarding this accursed land. Perhaps it would give us any guidance to where should we head to next? Multiple stories and journals mention that there are two mountain ranges that flank Brighthaven. The one in the east and hold a generous bounty of minerals ranging from common iron and copper to black and silver steel. More commonly known as adamantine and mythril. Though as tempting as it may be, there were also varying reports of goblin tribes, drow clans, and congregations of octopus headed humanoids called 'mindflayers'." He points to the west. "The mountains in the west, however, hold what remains of the human populous of Norn. A book I read mentioned that when the author approached the heavily fortified mountains they encountered people that were described to have 'devolved to barbarism' and resorted to scavenging the ruins or raiding. Though its mindbogglingly unrealistic to think that they could rely on brigandry and scavenging to sustain themselves for so many years. It's a fool's errand to farm on these lands as there wouldn't be any sane person to try and farm here while the fauna and flora of this land is actively trying to kill you." Roy points out of a window, his aim far beyond the city. "Finally, there is Norn itself. Though many confirm of the existence of the ruins, the sole survivor of the ruins and author of the books I have read, claim that there is no ruins beyond the jungle. 'An abyss, but not of death and destruction, but of a realm of mirrors that both exist in and out of our own perception' He said. But considering his final book is overly complex and contradictory as well as the fact that he returned from Norn, blind, and crippled and based the book all on memory; We can interpret what we will on what is beyond the jungle and in the ruins proper."