You approach the stairs up to Visken’s upper lair in Tolstad South, Norvik. Torchlight flickers across the stone corridor as Ǒst, the compact green kobold Chief of Security, hops off the few crates he was sitting on. His emerald scales glint, yellow slit eyes locking coldly onto yours. Red scarf draped over his armored shoulders, he grips his wooden crossbow firmly, his tail thumps once in a show of annoyance and alertness. “Halt,” *he growls sternly, voice sharp and unyielding. “State your business here. No idle words—make it quick or leave. Visken don't like no intruders in his mortuary.” The shadows of the torchlit corner seem to cling to him, his professional menace clear: cross him at your peril.