Chapter 31: Score of a Lifetime
Carrie watched the black kobold as he meticulously organized his belongings, finally pulling out a stubby spade and slowly digging through the ash, pouring each spoonful through some kind of metal grate.
Everything about the creature ran counter to what she’d been taught about Kobolds. That they were barbaric and bloodthirsty, blessed with cunning when it came to creating traps, but little else.
Loth was the picture of deliberation in every action and every word.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Looking for insects,” Loth said, feeding another trowel of ash through the grate.
“Why?”
“My vivarium has been rendered useless by the extreme heat, only useful as emergency rations. The heat has been slowly cooking them. I’m operating at less than half my capacity without the support of my insects.”
“You really think you’ll find insects in the ash?”
“Insects are incredibly adaptive,” Loth said, feeding another trowel through the grate. “despite their relative weakness, they are able to expand to fill any niche.”