This is an open tavern thread, based around the Kobold month. You can post when and where you want, however it will close on the 30th April, and be submitted for a No Judgement.
They came like a horror in the terrible night. Fierce, sudden, objective and wielding wicked, serrated blades. Their bright eyes glinted in the darkness as they launched themselves from the undergrowth, hissing with fire in their bellies and a wicked intention. To obey their kings orders and create savagery, chaos and disorder in the surface world above their own. Swiftly and nastily they demanded their way through the world by slicing and cutting the air ... but very little blood.

None in fact.

And that was because the particular street that they were in, a long and wide cobbled alleyway called 'Naybady Street,' was a residential one. It was surrounded by houses on each side that leaned towards each other like embracing lovers. In the middle of the street, however, was one large building that stuck out into the road like an ignorant fool, and bright light shone from every window. Two stories high it was an aged, but steady establishment, with loud noises coming from the cracks in the cement. Shouts, roars, laughter - there was joy oozing from the very walls, roof and floor.

Joy, despite the invasion going on outside. The kobolds looked around as they realised that no one was there to see their invasion, frowned, before their eyes drew towards the loud building. One of them, a green-hued beast of tough stature and brilliant yellow eyes stepped forwards, swinging his cutlass up to rest on his shoulder. His name was General Gru'Hal and he swept his eyes right the way to look at the swinging sign.

'The Greyhound,' it presented. A pub.

Gru'Hal sighed, before walking over to the window. Through which he saw tens of people, crowded around small tables with tankards of beer in their hands. One of them, a large-bosomed faun, was cradling a goblet of wine and she had a smirk on her face as she seemed to be talking to ... a fox.

That made Gru'Hal blink.

"Who fancies a drink?" he grumbled to his other comrades.