In the dense undergrowth of the forest, Auric's heart pounded in his chest as he prepared to engage the remaining 14 kobolds. He had successfully taken out the kobold leader, and now the element of surprise was his ally as he positioned himself opposite Sam, where the kobolds were headed, drawn by the mysterious noises Sam was creating.
Auric's senses were heightened, his awareness extending to every rustle of leaves, every faint sound of footsteps. He watched as the kobolds moved cautiously, their crude spears in hand, completely oblivious to the fact that their leader had met his demise. They were following their orders, driven by the belief that they were investigating a potential threat.
The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Auric's dark clothing allowed him to blend seamlessly with the shadows, becoming one with the night. He crouched low, his breath steady as he waited for the right moment to strike.