The snow globe shows the exterior of the Sunless Citadel, although it ironically seems to be not underground. When shaken, little particles float about, giving the appearance of an extremely brief snowfall.
Room 15 is covered in glyphs, some of the ink fresher than in other areas. There is a large empty cage, and in the middle of the room, standing over a freshly dead goblin, is a kobold, a look of anger in his eyes, and a dagger dripping with blood. "Oh, good. More adventurers." His eyes narrow, and his reptillian lips curl up in as much of a smile as a kobold can manage.

Unit arches a metal eyebrow at the kobold.  Organics tended to be dull witted, but this one seemed exceptional in that regard.  "There is no possible way you can expect to win a confrontation with all of us.  Do the smart thing and talk first."

"Holy shit, Angry-eyed J'im, is that you? I'd recognize your half-smile anywhere! I haven't seen any of the Dlobok tribe since before that ginger-ale asshole shrank the swamp! How'd you get out?" t'Nee croaks, surprised. 

Rae narrows her eyes. "Are ye not gettin' enough o' th' royalties?  Be that it?"

"That's... a lotta lightnin', buddy. So you're the one responsible for the attack on this place?"