Kobolds, Candles, and Empire

A dark cave, damp earth, foul air, the faint glow of candlelight, and the constant sound of mining.

"Welcome to the kobolds' underground world, friend. If you want to take away ore, leave your bread, jerky, and candles behind."

"Aha! You want to fight? Then you'll have to get past the pickaxe in my hand. I'll dig your head out like ore, then sell it to those stupid, greedy ogres."

"Here in the Southern Forest, the land above belongs to the Mammoth Clan, and the land below belongs to me, Hope Dog, Lord of the Kobolds!" By Hope Dog, mining tycoon of the Southern Forest