The morning light creeps in through the small window of the kobold breeding pens. The floor is cold against your back, but your body is warm with the heat of the three kobold girls snuggling up against you. You can hear their soft breathing as they doze away. They seem quite comfortable in their captivity, to the point where their chains seem unnecessary. Not that they seem to mind them.

You tug experimentally at your own chains, and find they have not grown any less sturdy since they slapped the shackles on you. Yesterday, you were an adventurer. Now you're a captive of the wicked Dragon Queen you were trying to depose in the first place. You realize you're lucky she didn't kill you outright, and all things considered your fate is not too bad. At least she seemed impressed enough by you to decide you'd be more useful as breeding stock for her kobold minions.