The afternoon sun beat down hard on the island of Yoreiq, and a warm tropical breeze brushed Ritskin's snout as he made his way along through a jungle near the coast. Pollen tickled his nostrils and he let out a hearty sneeze before wiping his snout on the long sleeve of his coat.
He sighed heavily. He was far too old to be taking an adventure though the wilderness, and he almost considered turning around and heading back to his cabin near the beach. Only the thought of the rumors that inspired his journey kept him going.
Recently the Kobold had heard stories of a man who lived far away from any village on the island. Stories told that the man could somehow understand anyone, and talk to them as well, no matter what dialect they spoke. It sounded like it was some kind of magic or spiritual power.
Either way the tale was intensely interesting to Ritskin, for several reasons. As one of the few interpreters on Yoreiq, the business-minded part of him wanted to scope out his potential competition. As a philanthropist and village elder, he was interested in discovering more about this power and maybe finding a way to share it. And as an adventurer, for that's what he still was at heart, his curiosity was piqued and he knew he couldn't go home without sating it.
And so the Kobold walked, searching for a shack in the middle-of-nowhere. He'd find it, eventually.