No one is likely to come, unless it be one of your kobolds, Melchior.
The Kobolds get the red jackets they are said to wear from their fiery nature.
But these creatures ought, in my opinion, not be mixed up with the Kobolds.
They looked like kobolds from some magic mine—gnomes of the hills in conclave.
The kobolds and the brownies laughed gleefully, and sped away on noiseless ...