Talk:Kobold/@comment-30537375-20160403022528/@comment-28655817-20160520043028

I pause, turn about, and walk to my writing desk.

I sit, quietly pull out a sheet of paper and a fountain pen, and begin writing:

"To good home: one young Kobold. Loyal, vivacious, and overly curious. Will trade for a spare tyre or four pounds of cheese. Pet bed included.  Most definitely NOT spayed..."