Your journey towards the kingdom, the trip is difficult. Many creatures attack you on your travels, you are weak without your brothers, but you persevere and always push through anything. After a week and a half of travel, you find yourself at the cities gate, the guards walk towards you, their spears pointed towards you as you approach. "Oi, Kobold here to stir up trouble? Get that fucking grin off your face and get out of my sight, or I'll be making myself some kobold skewers tonight." You back off a bit, you need to convince them to let you in. You explain that you're an outcast and looking for work in the city. The guards look at you suspiciously "Looking for work? go find a dragon then!"
This is getting you nowhere, you walk away and end up spotting a merchants caravan moving to the gate. As you pass the caravan, you run underneath it and hide. You hear the guards talking to the caravan owner, after a few moments the gate opens and the cart enters the city. You wait till the caravan has stopped moving and then leave, you spot a backstreet alley and rush towards it to hide and plan. This city clearly doesn't like kobolds, but you understand why. Kobolds are servants of dragons who spread mischief and make more kobolds. Those guards probably figured that if they let you in, you'd end up turning a tavern into a kobold den, and they were right. In fact, that might be the best place to start in this city... You skulk around the backstreets and eventually spot a tavern that seems to be perfect. It's near the heart of the city, and you can even spot some knights going in and out. If you can get some knights on your side, you can get some information.
You look around the tavern's entrance until you find a trapdoor, following it down you see a storeroom. Your eyes adjust to the darkened surroundings, and you are drawn to a barrel of ale. You rush to the barrel and open it, there's a strong smell from the barrel. You take off your armor and begin rubbing yourself, after a few moments you cum into the barrel. You close the barrel and begin to put back on your armor. As you do, you hear a yell "Oi, what rat 'ave we got 'ere?" You turn and see a man walking towards you, he's around 30 years old, with common clothing that's stained with alcohol. His brown hair is messy and you see signs that he is balding. He stands before you, then kneels down to meet your height. "You snuck into the city?" You nod, preparing to run if he shows signs of handing you to the guards. "Well then little guy, how about you join me in my pub? I'll welcome you there." You're surprised at this mans offer, but you happily accept it. In fact, you help him pick out a good barrel that he can share with the pub.
You walk into the tavern with this man, he sets you up on a stool at the counter. You get many eyes staring at you, but those eyes shift to the barkeeper as he yells "Drinks all round boys, we've got a guest who we've got to show hospitality!" The men cheer as everyone gets a mug of your special ale...