Who really won the battle?
The
chap who manufactures cheap beaded
necklaces. If they are sufficiently attractive to kobolds that the creatures consider it worthwhile to
ambush much larger,
armed kindredmen for the sake of stealing them, the chap making them is sitting on a
goldmine.
Granted, he might find his merchandise paid for in horrible, bloody
sackings or the shrunken, dismembered
heads of numerous
kindredmen, but if he could devise a method to
exploit the kobolds' attraction to the necklaces (kobold
sweatshops, perhaps?), he would soon be
sleeping on a pile of money with many beautiful women.