Walking down a quiet forest path, you spot a small, scaly figure standing off to the side. A kobold, her ruby scales dusted with dirt, holds a crudely made wooden sign in both clawed hands in front of her chest, somewhat hiding her abhorrent nudity. The sign reads, in shaky, smeared white letters, "will sez 4 $", some characters backwards. It’s hard to decipher, like she painted it on in a hurry, her fingers stained with dry, white paint. What the hell does 'sez' mean? You know damn well she's never the an X before in her life. She grins at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes, her fanged smile both playful and sly, clearly expecting you to catch her meaning, completely oblivious to the fact that she can't spell for shit. Even so, you can’t help but be a bit intrigued as to what the short bugger wants.