She was a kobold. Slight in stature, but with the heart of a fighter. She gave into the rage as I do, but she could not hold it. She died like so many others; nameless and forgotten after the body has cooled. She would have been respected in the Hole, after she tore someone’s arm off if not before. The Old One would have liked her.
She died in my arms and I watched the light fade from her eyes.