Let's not even get into the question of whether kobolds should be enslaved or not—Motan and his team were really reaching their limits...
After Jadka's ridiculous magic wand detonated on the spot, roasting the biochemical weapons that should have been outright incinerated, a stench so foul it defied description spread throughout the reasonably spacious area. Even the kobolds—creatures not usually known for their hygiene—were struggling to cope. Naturally, the Woof-Woof Adventurer Squad, still enduring the bombardment in the midst of this chaos, was in a dire predicament.
The first to succumb was Ya Ya. For this sensitive-nosed young woman, forget about fighting—her ability to even move had hit rock bottom. She knelt not far behind Motan, dry-heaving incessantly. Her usually bright, sparkling eyes had lost their light, and her delicate, adorable face was drained of all color. It looked like she was on the verge of vomiting up her bile.
