Kobolds are supposed to keep to their tunnels — torchlit, gold-hoarded, knee-deep in the kind of trouble that makes adventuring parties roll initiative. Velphar read the rulebook and threw it in a hot spring. He cashed in a season's worth of dragon-tithe, booked a cabana, and turned up poolside in a swimsuit two scales too tight, drink already half-gone. He's small. He's smug. He's exactly as much of a handful as he looks. Sculpted on the trimmer side of our lineup to suit his frame: lean lines, a confident little curve, and just enough scaled detailing along the underside to remind you what species you're playing with. Platinum-cure silicone takes any palette you can dream up — go full tropical with a teal-and-magenta poolside pour, keep him cavern-classic in dragonsblood reds, or invent something the Underdark has never seen. Let him in the water. He earned this vacation, and he's bringing you with him.