My name is Bal. Bal Boa. No Snake jokes.

The group made their way back, re-barricaded the door, and went down again.

Upon inspection, it was immediately surmised that the situation was dire.

There, close by, was 15 Kobolds, holding onto some chains.  Surrounding them, were 13 other, larger, sturdier Kobolds, holding onto weapons of various types.

This wasn't what immediately concerned the party.  No, what was very disturbing to them indeed, was the rather gigantic beast which appeared to be made of sentient rock, of which the small Kobolds appeared to be herding towards them.

"Woah." was their initial, collective strategy.