The Kobold Chieftain had been paying attention to Jasmine's movements. His eyes would occasionally fall upon the pitch-black lump in Jasmine's arms; a familiar sensation and an invisible pressure radiated from it.
Every time he took another look, it made him feel his heart beat faster, the blood in his body seeming to boil, yet inexplicably wanting to get a bit closer, as if there were a call from the depths of his bloodline.
This must be a conspiracy of the humans, using some dark magic to bewitch him. The Kobold Chieftain was secretly vigilant, trying to suppress that impulse.
The baby dragon was curled up into a ball of flesh, its eyes closed, and combined with the dark surroundings, someone unfamiliar would not recognize what it was at all, only thinking it was a strange pet or a bundle of precious luggage.
