Bjoric dropped his pack to the ground as he arrived at their wagon, giving the odd creature the was hitched to it a wary eye. "Give me a moment to put me armor on." Leaning his hammer against the side of the wagon as he open the bag, pulling forth the scale mail and pauldrons. Shrugging into the scaled steel he heard something small nattering and squealing that had him reaching for his hammer.
Standing, he spotting what appeared to be a Kobold. "What in the nine hells is a Kobold doing in our wagon!?"