East of Craftsman Town, deep within the main mine of Mining Area No. 12
A skinny kobold walked in with a lantern, wearing a somewhat ill-fitting deep blue robe and an orange-yellow helmet on his head, looking... very kobold-like.
"Aliang."
He waved at the figure sitting with legs crossed on a small minecart in the distance and said with a cheeky grin, "That old man named Brandon is awake and yelling for us to let him go back."
The figure shrouded in darkness seemed to move and asked indifferently, "Besides letting him go back, did that old man say anything else?"
"Nothing significant, just swearing, quite a variety actually."
The kobold mage shrugged, tugging at his beard with a smile, "Lots of curses I've never heard before. I got new words to use when arguing with idiots in the game later."
"Such a tiny ambition!"
