The many corpses of countless slain Kobolds were laying about the Kobold den, their cold bodies strewn about with no order or meaning. The stale, stinking air of the place was filled with the putrid smell of fresh blood, the cold nipping at your naked neck as you walk into room after room, making sure that every last Kobold had been disposed of as part of the Guild's contract.

To your left, a Kobold lay dead, his innards having been torn out of him by a sword wound to his belly, his body looking as if it had been drug through a knife multiple times. To your right, a Kobold's head had been cleanly chopped off, the body crumpled up like a used napkin and tossed aside. You certainly had been very thorough today, you silently contemplated with yourself as you continued walking through the disgusting lair, your hand brushing against the cold stone walls.

After about fifteen minutes or so, you had managed to survey most of the den, and only a last, small stretch of rocky terrain had remained to be examined by you. Standing in front of a narrow entrance of stone walls, you are more than ready to end the Kobold-Hunting Quest and return to the guild in order to claim your due prize.