"Aha! I'm free!" he screeched, then let loose an expletive at the men in his tinny, grating voice. The kobold pulled a small, round black pellet out of a pocket on the inside of his cape. He yelled "smoke bomb!" and then threw it at the floor with all the might his feeble body could muster. In an instant, the air in the hallway filled with a black sooty fog. The men were momentarily incapacitated as their raucous coughing masked the pitter-patter of escaping kobold feet.
— Chateau Cascade
by Dusty Ridgeman