Sam Kobold, PI
It was a dark and stormy night...
Actually, it wasn't. But I'd always wanted to start off a story like that. In truth, it wasn't even raining unless you counted the thimblefull of hooch I'd just spilled. Yeah, I said thimble. When you're a kobold, you've got to pace yourself.
And that's me, a kobold. Sam Kobold, PI. I can hear you laughing but you'd be amazed how many clues are hiding below eye level.
So there I was, on my scaly little knees, trying to clean up some perfectly good two dollar hooch. Then I hear someone clear their throat, by the door. My first reflex is to look over at my desk, in the drawer where I keep my gat. I hate to use the thing but I gave Hoots the night off and security is...well, me.
I take a deep breath and look up at my visitor. It's a good thing I'm already on the floor. It's a human, a suicide blond with expensive shoes and long legs that go all the way up to Heaven.
I realized where my snout must be pointing and quickly got to my feet. I offered her my claw, "Sam Kobold."
"Oh, I know Mr. Kobold. I know all about you and your reputation. That's why I'm here, I need your help."
Uh oh. She knows me by reputation. I've got a reputation all right. A reputation as a down-and-out investigator trying to make ends meet. A private dick who takes the low publicity jobs to make the rent.
This human had money. I was in a lot of trouble...
Actually, it wasn't. But I'd always wanted to start off a story like that. In truth, it wasn't even raining unless you counted the thimblefull of hooch I'd just spilled. Yeah, I said thimble. When you're a kobold, you've got to pace yourself.
And that's me, a kobold. Sam Kobold, PI. I can hear you laughing but you'd be amazed how many clues are hiding below eye level.
So there I was, on my scaly little knees, trying to clean up some perfectly good two dollar hooch. Then I hear someone clear their throat, by the door. My first reflex is to look over at my desk, in the drawer where I keep my gat. I hate to use the thing but I gave Hoots the night off and security is...well, me.
I take a deep breath and look up at my visitor. It's a good thing I'm already on the floor. It's a human, a suicide blond with expensive shoes and long legs that go all the way up to Heaven.
I realized where my snout must be pointing and quickly got to my feet. I offered her my claw, "Sam Kobold."
"Oh, I know Mr. Kobold. I know all about you and your reputation. That's why I'm here, I need your help."
Uh oh. She knows me by reputation. I've got a reputation all right. A reputation as a down-and-out investigator trying to make ends meet. A private dick who takes the low publicity jobs to make the rent.
This human had money. I was in a lot of trouble...