Our dragobold ventures further into the vast caverns only to find a party of rat-like nuisances. They're bandicoots! Not rats at all, the dragobold's internal voice tells her, but a marsupial race of insectivores. This was a scouting party, and the short sighted one in the middle fired off her crossbow mistaking our dragobold for a particularly large catoblepas beetle larva.
Her kobold brain found them cute, and the crossbow quarrel had not even scratched her scales but... Burning rage built up within her at the little things transgression against her. They would suffer all for daring to even pretend like they could hurt her! And the feeling over-rode her natural personality, burying it deep as she flicked the little thing across the cavern and then snatched the two remaining bandicoots to be sent down her gullet.
Unbeknownst to our dragobold, as she swallowed down the two remaining marsupials, a new player entered the scene. The battle hardened Quoll!