The kobolds act swiftly and move towards you. Each of you finds two of the aggressive lizards right next to you, and two spears aimed at your throat. Two of the kobolds stay at their location, perhaps the leaders? One of them adresses you, in Orcish: "You, strangers, are our prisoners. Prisoners of us, in the name of the mighty Quetzalqualqualbenthqualqual! Surrender now and you will live!"
You are all up now. You are well aware that chances are that whatever action you take (except for speaking, perhaps) will provoke a nasty poke with a spear. On the other hand, they look fierce, but their posture is far from impressive.
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