He shook his head at the situation. He came to the bar in hopes of finding new companions, never to fight a bunch of drunken morons. In fact, he had no reason to fight the pitiable things - all he drank was water, which pretty much seemed free.
He sighed, however, because he knew simply leaving would tarnish his looks, and he wasn't one to turn down requests.
That is, he never took any that involved fighting others.
He prepared to fight, in hopes that the kobolds would leave once they saw that their butts would be handed to them. If they had any. He was new to these.
[Aight, I read up, and I think I got this. Kinda Fire Emblem-ish, is it?]
He wasn't focusing on how much he wanted to be a pacifist, though, because the bard was playing an empowering song.
> Move DOWN, DOWN/RIGHT, DOWN, DOWN/LEFT [5]
> Unarmed Strike upon the kobold beside me.