"You no take candle!" the thing wailed in Caelin's ear. With a shudder at the gravelly, unfamiliar way the kobold talked, she lunged forward, plunging her sword into the center of its chest; it tried to speak again, but failed, slumping to the ground after a single, gurgling breath.
She tsk'd to herself as she wiped her blade off on the grass before shrugging her shoulders. The light chain mail across her chest made a soft sound as she knelt down to sift through the creatures belongings. "Candle?" she asked after a moment, holding it up.
Misae blinked once and then made a face as she shook her dark hair out of her eyes. "Nobody wants a half-melted stub of a candle. Does that thing even have a wick?"
"No," the blonde answered, and tossed it on the ground.
As soon as the wax hit the earth, a kobold ran out from behind a rock, its gravelly voice penetrating the silence, "You no take candle!"
"Lookie here," Misae said, a scowl on her face as she twisted her fingers around a fire spell. "Nobody wants your stupid candle!"
The creature did not seem to fully understand Common, despite the fact that it had learned to speak it.
Just something silly. RP realms can be fun. People don't look at you strange for talking in /say to random enemies/NPCs. To be continued in Part II!