Just as quickly as the battle had begun, it had come to an end. Mostly.
Vaal’s stance had visibly when the battle began to come to a close. Even as Kobolds fell he gave the doorway a gentle rap with his quarterstaff to get the attention of the swift family, and gave them a wave to come on out. He allowed his eyes to drift along the children with a ponderous glaze before he turned away to join the group. He was still quite baffled about the blue dragon’s desire for the children.
Finally, there was only one opposing Kobold left. Vaal’s eyes settled on him… and he gave the other an impassive shrug. He spoke out in draconic now, and gestured for the lone survivor to make his leave. ~Perhaps… you should have just accepted my command. It is improper… to make a point with violence. I suggest you follow this one. Go. Live.~ He drawled. The accent he held, still quite apparent even in this language.
He’d stay put, keeping his gaze on the Kobold as the little creature ran for its life. And then… Vaal’s mind began to wonder once again. This time it wasn’t over the plans of the Blue. No… his eyes instead turned to settle on the corpses that laid at the party’s feet.
The proud blue kobold’s eyes began to glaze over with a distant look. For a moment, that proud shell of his cracked. Exposing some very mixed, very human emotions. Mourning. Apprehension. And Resignation. Even as he raised a claw to look over his hand. He shook his head. Rolled that claw over. Studied it. Shook his head again as the next claw came up. Eventually he crouched down, and began to search their bodies. Not for loot. But for markings. Markings of their tribes. Or perhaps their dragons.
"Huh... that one there..." he pointed to the one that had its head smashed in. His grim humor coming up to rescue him from his own thoughts. "... was quite unlucky. She is would have been seen as attractive by kobold standards. Would have been seen as... desirable. A shame."
It wasn't humorous. But it was honesty in the form of a distraction. And it was enough to pull the Kobold's own mind from dreariness. "It seems that my kin desire the human... hatchlings." The last part was said with a hint of a question. He had been searching for a proper word. "... the adults however... have been cosigned to death. I do not have the reasons."
