BobolexMiro

Bobole wanders through town, ignoring the glares and curses from those injured. He notices the town guards pitching dead goblins over the wall, looking around he sees a goblin at his feet. Grabbing it by the ears he begins to drag it towards the guards, as he does he notices Miro tending to the injured, he grins Bobole: Brother!

Standing rigid looking off in the opposite direction of Bobole, Miro stops dead in his tracks. For but a moment he pauses and then decides. He moves on continuing his activities as if Bobole had never spoken. Maybe Bobole will leave if Miro pretends not to hear him.

Bobole walks closer to Miro, still dragging the goblin body, untill he is right up to his back Bobole: Hey Brother!

Miro turns around sharply. His eyes like molten silver as he smolders at the goblin. "What Bobole!" he says with ice in his voice.

Bobole flinches, Bobole: What are you so mad about?

Miro sighs happily as Bobole is called away

Bobole waves goodbye to Syn and wanders back to Mirror, forgetting about the dead Goblin Bobole: Can you hear me now Brother!?

Miro turns sharply back to Bobole. "What is it you want Bobole I am busy giving aid to those who were injured by those you stood against us to save. Or have you forgotten already. Because myself and these people will not soon forget..." Miro turns back to the people.

Bobole looks around, as if noticing for the first time all the injured Bobole: What's the big deal? I see stuff like all the time.

Miro stops in this tracks. "The big deal is its WRONG! How did it make you feel when I hit you with my staff?" Miro waves his hand across the crowd. "It does matter. These people do not enjoy this, this is not fun or good to them. It hurts and they did not deserve what happened to them. They did not attack you in your warrens, they did not provoke this attack or really any other that your kind is so prone to do. They were enjoying a festival, a party to honor a work of art that they had worked tirelessly on for months." Miro looks about the cathedral and all he sees is the smears of blood on the floor, and the rubbed off carbon from burnt cloths and flesh. "A festival that you were privy to. How often do the "Longshanks" invite your kind to a party, or tolorate it? Nobody drew steel on you, they let you come because that is the difference between the good people and you and your kind that you fought so hard to protect. Where we see even the tiniest sliver of hope, all you see is ways to snuff it out." Miro kneels down beside an elderly couple and begins to treat their wounds.

Bobole glares at Miro, his voice taking on an cool rage Bobole: I'm not stupid, I know the reason I wasn't killed the second I showed my ears is because your good with words and lies, they'd have killed me. I warned the Longshanks, told the dumb one that something bad was going to happen, Goblinoid War bad, they could have run! And a warning is allot more than the Longshanks ever give us!

"Did you ever happen to think its because everywhere you go chaos and destruction follow? Its difficult to hear the warnings of the same creatures that have caused so much pain. Not just you Bobole. All your kin. Goblin's and goblin kin are known throughout the many lands of Golarion. And in all my travels you are the oddity. You are the only one to enter a village and not try to set it ablaze. Do you think that the races of this worlds opinion of your kind is unfounded?" Miro waves a hand across the temple. "Do you not think they should hate you when this is what your people do?!"

Bobole: Yeah goblins burns, goblins bite, and set things alight! But at least we're free, the Longshanks can hate us and we can hate ten times better! I'd rather be hated than kiss up to the race that made my kin slaves.

Hate and hurt never solve anything Bobole. All it does is make things worse. Miro sighs and returns to work (sorry on my phone)

Bobole: Oh yeah there was something I wanted to tell you! I overhear the Longshanks talking, none of the Goblins know why they attacked. Also something about the gravyard.