POV Minions:
The two players in their plate-mail, black enchanted armors ascended a long staircase spiraling around a tall and wide stalactite. Their entire bodies were covered in armor, the only differentiating clue being that one was tall and the second was short.
A set of metal-clad boots hitting against the rock echoed through the vast cavern, making both of them tense in an alert.
The two golden points glowed in the darkness, and heavy, armored steps resounded as the tall armor-clad kobold slowly marched around a river.
"It is just our patrol." The taller player lowered his mace and breathed out in relief.
But the shorter one remained alert; something about the kobold felt wrong.
'They walk too slowly, and their weapon is at ready. Did they spot Something we didn't?'
Suddenly the monster stopped and sniffed, the grip of its black glove tightening around the pole of its cleaver-headed polearm.
