Looking down at the kobold, a hint of disdain was visible in his eyes as he felt beneath him having to deal with these creatures. He wanted nothing more than to just kill it and get it over with; they were crazy, with the majority of them attacking without hesitation and being unreasonable.
Their culture was vastly different from the goblins, who were more human-like and driven by greed. In contrast, the kobolds were more united as a single front, having been brainwashed since a young age as a part of their honour to die by the blade.
Deep down, he was afraid of them. If the kobolds were to attack with everything they had, he doubted that the goblins could hold on. After all, he was not foolish enough to fight on the frontlines. Why should he die for a race that might run and abandon him?
These thoughts were at the core of his beliefs—greed that formed his character—and being close to these mindless creatures started affecting him.
