It is known among the others that the Grassrun Tribe are nomads that often preferred not to tell of where they would settle next.

  The group lived in a large plain and mainly hunted game for sustenance, though they also foraged so even though they could be anywhere in this large plain and that they're supposedly hard to find, searching for their current settlement isn't impossible when one considers the resources the tribe needs to live.

  There are only so many areas around here which fulfill this so after running around in search for rivers or something similar, her group stumbled upon a series of tents constructed underneath the crown of a giant tree.

  True to the nomad-like nature of the tribe, their tents were hastily made with various makeshift materials added to the frame to compensate. Most were made with leather, a few used grass or fabric.

  This is the kind of variety that, in Sylka's opinion, spoke about how carefree these Kobolds were. Especially when it comes to their living situation.

  And this is proven when everyone here acted so calmly, with most of them choosing to simply sit around and chat as though the forest next to the plains isn't about to be taken over by a demon and his children.

  An understandable reaction, Sylka supposed.

  These guys are nomads and could always move away from here should the situation grow dire.

  And that is why that out of all the tribes, it is Grassrun that she didn't feel confident in convincing to help them fight against the tide of hybrid goblins. This is also why she decided to leave them for last.

  Truth be told, their help wouldn't be necessary now that she's gotten confirmation that both the Crusher and the Leaftop tribes are going to help.

  However, this did not mean that she didn't want to take the chance of getting more help on the upcoming war. Setting up traps in the battlefield and these guys' expertise in long ranged weapons would be a massive help in the long run.

  Sylka moved across the camp in a silent yet determined manner, her group looked at the members of Grassrun and they in turn observed her group.

  For once, there is no animosity to be found between her group and the locals, just a sense of casualness that made her feel safe.

  Sylka shifted her focus to her current goals; that being getting the chief of the Grassrun Tribe to at least send a few of his people to the fight, it doesn't have to be a lot, just a dozen would be enough.

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  The home of the chief- Zynrek - was a modest one, just a decently sized tent with no other attachments. His family didn't live here with him and are instead staying in their own tents constructed next to Zynrek's.

  She was expecting the entire family to be waiting for them when after entering the chieftain's tent.

  Sylka's guess had turned out to be true when she saw a group of Kobold huddled together after going past the entrance, they all looked at each other for a brief instant before then exchanging nods as a show of respect.

  In total, there are five Kobolds present.

  The first is Zynrek himself; He has a pair of yellow and brown eyes, gray fur, and a lean build with a height that almost reached Sylka's own. For clothes, the chief has a simple brown vest and pair of pants, a common style for the members of the Grassrun Tribe.

  The next was his wife, Trixel; she has a pair of red and purple eyes, brown fur, and the common attire of vest and pants. She also has a crossbow next to her legs and a belt of tools around her waist.

  Both the chief and his wife sat at the center of the room while their children are on their sides.

  On the left was Griska, the son of the two; he inherited one eye from both his parents and had a pair of yellow and red. His build is similar to his father and he wears the common attire of his tribesmen. Griska held a dagger on his lap.

  On the right are the two daughters, Tynith and Ornika.

  The first is a lean Kobold with yellow and purple eyes, she has brown fur and the same attire as the rest of her family and just like her brother, she held a dagger resting on her lap.

  Ornika had much the same features as her siblings; sharing one eye color from either parent (yellow and purple), gray fur, vest and pants, crossbow- the works. What she differed in was the pouches of paint and other strange knick knacks on her waist.

  All of them were clearly hunters, and with how they all wielded daggers and bows, it is clear that they liked a more long ranged way of fighting rather than the preferred melee of most Kobolds.

  As she sat down, Sylka noticed that all five members of the family looked tense and seemed to be ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Though they hid this fact rather well.

  Sylka sat down in front of them, adopting the stoic expression which masked the tension in her own posture. She smiled, hoping to disarm them socially, "I'd like to discuss a few things with you,"

  "What happens in that forest is out of our responsibility." Said Ornika, quickly getting straight to the point.

  "Calm down," Trixel glared at her daughter before facing Sylka, "we are willing to help and aid you- with only a few of our own members-" Sylka expected as much, but a few was good enough. "- but can I ask what will we be getting in return?"

  "I cannot discuss that at this point in time," Sylka replied. This was a card she preferred to play when confronted with such a dilemma. It simply isn't her choice to decide who gets what after a war.

  "Why?" Zynrek asked.

  "Because I am not a chief." Sylka answered, "I don't have any say as to who gets what."

  Zynrek's eyes narrowed, "and? Why are you here then if you can't promise us anything?"

  "Because we're going to fight the Goblins, which I believe are dangerous enough for all of us to need to unite." Sylka explained, and to add to her point- "I do believe that the brood inside the forest are trying to help us, even they deem the goblins as a threat."

  "Vampires don't care about anyone other than themselves." Glared Trixel, she huffed, "you think we're ignorant? They have an ulterior motive, what makes you think that they're genuine?"

  "We met one of their members, a Dhampir. She seemed genuine enough." Sylka reassured, though she herself didn't believe in her own words. "She gave me a high quality potion which boosts the strength of anyone who drinks it."

  "And?" Tynith raised her brows, "Damphirs are known to be amazing alchemists, this one's not so different." Tynith narrowed her eyes, "and not to mention, Vampires also consider them expendable."

  "Yes... I admit that Dhampirs are often considered useless but the one I met had her bloodline awakened." Sylka argued.

  The family turned silent, then after a pregnant pause Zynrek spoke, "I'll see if I can go to the meeting between chiefs and confirm this for myself," he said to Sylka's relieved nod, "for now let me and my family discuss this. We are done here."

  Sylka nodded and made her way out.