Rumbled echoed through the tunnels causing the kobolds to begin to come out of their shelter. They all looked at each other and looked around.
Soon they began to jump from their floor of residence, onto the ground in the center of the community that can be considered as their assembling ground.
Amidst all this, Tipsy had sailed across the kobold elite, as the crowd began to come out from the rumbling, as the ground beneath their clawed feet shook. He took advantage of the crisis and crowd to go for his main objective.
Panic rippled through the tightly-knit community, it was like they were having a protest. The kobolds could be seen clattering and muttering, some were raising their hands and throwing stones to the highest floor.
Tipsy finally reached a nicely decorated entrance. It had markings and engravings that resembled ancient symbols, all be it, there was no way he would know, They also seemed to have been done using some white and black chalk.
