In the cold, hard dungeon where adventurers tend to drop like flies whenever they come in, a plucky little kobold happen to chance upon these ruins just to grab all the cool shit he found rummaging through the belongings of dead chancers that litter the corridors. He occasionally hopes one day he can scrounge up enough coppers to get himself some good loot (and maybe an enchanted weapon or two along the line) and start his adventuring life he desperately wanted proper