"Yes! Yes! Kobold can do! You! Maca! Lead nice under-human to kobold tribe!" "S-sure thing, Izax." "No! No call kobold Izax unless lick kobold ass!" The kobold called Maca blushes and nods, and heads into the trees. You and the other kobolds follow, with the boss named Izax quickly realizing his mistake. He blushes profusely and says "Y-you forget you he-heard kobold s-say!" "You're in no position to be making demands." you say, with a small humorous tone. Izax yelps. "R-right! Kobold listen to you!" Soon enough you reach the camp, a clearing full of makeshift shelters and an unlit bonfire in the center. There are a few kobolds in the open eyeing you warily before their eyes widen and they retreat inside. But, most importantly of all there's a large pile full of valuables tucked into the corner. you walk towards it like a moth flying towards a light and begin scooping piles of gold into your bag.
