Everyone's real quick to just run on through kobold-infested woods; ain't no holdin' horses in this little group.
Wasn't the worst, brief little jaunt in the world. I mean, spooky pikin' woods and all, sure, but stretched the legs, fresh air.
The kobolds were a less relaxin' venture. Though I suppose it's... sort've relaxin' to know yer companions know how to pulp small lizards if nothin' else. In a bloody, disturbed sort've way.