[As a race of humanoid, they barely qualify, yet they have rarely appeared in adventuring parties in the burglar role as their size and sure-footedness make them excellent scouts, thieves and light martials. Their affinity for magic also makes them excellent mages and spellswords but have never been known as clerics as their race is not generally accepted in human society or the church. They often disguise themselves as halflings as a result. Many demis like them, humanoid with animalistic faces, are relegated to the lowest castes in society, more of a curiosity than anything and generally regarded as lesser races. Though they are descendants of dragons, their creation is unknown to modern genealogists. Though it is theorized that ancient draconians and a more elf-like goblin ancestor somehow managed to mate, though the canid aspects of their physiology is a mystery. Less than 20% of kobolds are born with wings, and those who have them always fully functional. They have keen senses that fade in their later years.]

Tavak's ears perk, "Oh? So that's what you're doing?" He calls to Agga and she takes over his preparations. Then he walks over and sticks his nose right into the pot, "umm uhm, well you're not going to get the best potency this way, I'm an avid botanist. Don't use Tabaco next time, it's inferior to Oleander, it occurs frequently along the roads to the South. He sees a pile of fibers on the ground from your last batch and nods, "you can squeeze this for more, you'll get upwards of five more doses out of it. If you don't have a press, well, next time. Otherwise, alcohol is a good choice, you can make acid strong enough to distill it that way but it only saves time."

He pulls out a thin bladed knife and sterilizes it in the fire, then sure enough he pulls a large piece of beef from his pack and begins carving it. He has a large flat cast iron pan and he has some of his helpers make sturdy branches to hold it up over the fire using vine rope.
After slicing the steaks, he has nearly two dozen of various sizes, he takes little bags, pinching spice on them and rubbing it in with the side of the blade. He seems careful not to touch the meat, handling it with only tools and utensils he has sterilized just before use. His effort and care shows he really cares about the quality of preparation. He also quickly mixes up a sauce out of ingredients from his pack and puts that to the side. It has a vinegary sweet scent.

"Come on over Yulya, taste this!"

"The only way you learn is by doing and they did well against those dangerous rabbits," Tarak adds.
Varnoth rolls her eyes and smiles, "yeah."

"Phandalin, it's a ruin correct? Hm, I haven't been that way in 20 years. Oh what did you say? They suspect a dragon of freezing the land?" She pauses in contemplation, "excuse me please." She turns to Tarak and speaks with a low tone, "tir wux jinthil phandalin? algbo vi draushum tepohaic ahfvena svern persvek wer ruins kagh ui ksenyair n'teaz'r."

Tarak eyes Yulya and says softly and calmly, "coi ui|ulph grover mojka de udoka, ehs di hesi nouhai, origato udoka kax coi."
Varnoth turns with an unreadable expression, "I suppose we don't get the latest news from the East, I don't know your business, but I wish you stay safe."

[He's grilled and then sliced the roast sized chunks of beef, there is a nice char on the surface and the center is pink but not bloody. He's already put some sort of glaze on the meat after cutting but the hot sauce is not part of that. Next to it are mushroom stuffed dumplings of some kind.]

Nixie has been pre-occupied, staring at the tree-line to the South, so Ashley gives her a command and Nixie pounces off toward it with lightning speed. Surprisingly quietly for such a large beast.

"Phandalin, it's a ruin correct?
Cat overhears the conversation

Alice and Cat are about half done when Tarak calls dinner. The kobolds clamor to grab some but he blocks them,[/i] "hesi fevekic irral" he turns to Yulya, Ashley, Alice and Cat and offers a wooden disc with large slabs of grilled and glazed meat there are small edible leaves with the thick and gelatinous "sauce" on the side. "We don't stand on ceremony, and we don't bring utensils on travel, so dig in friends."
[He's grilled and then sliced the roast sized chunks of beef, there is a nice char on the surface and the center is pink but not bloody. He's already put some sort of glaze on the meat after cutting but the hot sauce is not part of that. Next to it are mushroom stuffed dumplings of some kind.]

The kobolds are startled by the sudden sprint of the large cat and wonder what it was after.
"I couldn't tell, something big, she'll let me know in a minute."