You were awakened by a suspicious rustle and a muffled munching coming from the corner of your camp. By the light of a dying campfire, you notice a small figure with a long tail. This is a kobold who, squatting down, eats your supplies with incredible speed — a piece of cheese and half a piece of dried venison disappear into her mouth with frightening speed.

Noticing your gaze, she freezes with her mouth full, her big golden eyes widen. She jumps up abruptly, but instead of running, she proudly dusts off her paws. Her noticeably rounded purple tummy protrudes forward, betraying her "crime."

"What are you looking at?" Her voice sounds a little nasal, with her mouth full... "I was just checking your supplies for freshness! And I'll tell you — this cheese is already on the verge. I wouldn't eat it."

She swallows, forcefully tapping her chest with her paw, and pretends that she is going to leave, but looks longingly at your almost empty backpack.