Defiantly Yipping

Smirking, the kobold breaks eye contact for a moment to focus on the tip of your sword, tracing its threatening length with her gaze, the gently throbbing blade likely as long as she is tall and nearly as thick as her thigh. “That’s not a knoife,” she says matter-of-factly with a surprisingly Australian sounding accent fluttering through her small, high-pitched voice. She meets your eyes again with cool, indignant defiance and raises her crysknife, licking her scaly, reptilian lip for effect as she wiggles the tip of the comparatively minuscule sharpened worm-tooth. “THIS is a knoife.”

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