Tirandir would, after all the various other tasks, eventually make his way to the corridor the kobolds came from. Arrow drawn, he would take a long look and listen down the corridor.
Then he looks back and Mot and his new best friend. Gives a small "hmmm" like sigh, and shrugs his shoulders. Tirandir nods at Mot and then points at the kobold and then back at the corridor with his Bow and waits to see if the party is ready.
the Pale, Elf Hero/Spellbinder (MV 12", AC 9, HD 4/2, hp 11/11, FC Hero, L) helm, bow
Sorefoot, Hobbet Thief (Lv: 4 AC: 6 Hp 12) Leather+Shield+Dagger, Sling