Today, we find ourselves stepping away from our group of adventurers, and we instead will be kept company by the origin story of a tangential member of the Collective.

This tale takes place not in Deitas, but also not entirely outside of Deitas. But rather than staring at the forest, let's focus in some on the trees within. As we zoom in we find a countryside of small villages, isolated, though less than a days travel from one another. Traveling between the villages is for those important enough to do so and for those wealthy enough to hire Travelers to guide them through the labyrinth of passageways designed to protect the villages.

If we shift our vision in on one of those villages, we will find the most quaint and pastoral scene. Farmers out working hard in the field, smithies hammering in their heat filled forges, tailors sewing perfect stitches into the next shirt to be sold, and so on.

And if we move a little farther inwards we find ourselves looking at a kitchen that was more ingredients than walls and floor, and in the center of this mess is a small, rather young, though a bit older on this day, kobald wielding a comically large spoon stirring a tasty concoction.

Now if anyone had ever wondered how many teeth a kobald had, there was no need to look any further than this flour dusted copper scaled kobald who was smiling from literal ear to ear. And he had reason to smile so. Today was his birthday and more than that, today was the day his friends from nearby villages would all get to meet each other and celebrate his special day with him.

Speaking of those friends, let's go meet them and see what this elated kobald has in store for them.