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BoboleXVrinn

Bobole looks up from his book, looking over at Vrin, he looks around for others out of habit before saying anything "So, you and Grosilge, what are you thinking, long term?"
His eyes skimming over the scroll in his hands, illuminated by the candle light in the room, his crystalline blue gaze flicks up to Bobole for a second before returning to the parchments in front of him "Perhaps. She's pretty cute. Lovely voice. And the first goblin whose presence I can actually tolerate..." he remarks off handedly before rolling up the current scroll and moving onto the next one.
"Your really dumb, Vrin, and bad with moons. Now me i'm one-hundred fifty-six moons old, Grosilge probably the same. The oldest goblin I ever heard of was 520, and thats a long time. But lean sh-elves live longer, or they all look the same, I think it was the first thing."
Cocking an eyebrow at the goblin's interpretation of age, he chuckles slightly before smirking "You want to talk about age differences to someone who has an elf for a parent?" he comments without bothering to halt his research. "Besides, she's an adult who can make her own decisions you know"
"It's not her I'm worried about, it's you." he looks intently at Vrin "Goblins, we don't age pretty, and I know you like pretty, old goblins arn't pretty. Are gonna leave her before the ugly part happens?"
With a long drawn out sigh, Vrinn rolls up the scroll he had been perusing, placing it on the table before leaning on the table and giving Bobole his full attention, his brow furrowed in a scowl "Listen, you green git. I don't purport t' be a fortune teller, and dunno what things'll be like in ten or twenty years time. My patience is startin' t' run out, so why don' you stop your yammerin' an' meddlin' an' get t' tryin' t' figure out what it is they're doin' down here..." he says with a certain amount of frustration, tossing a scroll at the goblin before standing to look at the scrawling on the board on the wall.
"Yeah, sure." he doesn't believe him, but he's right, he doesn't know what's going to happen in ten or twenty years, if he's not dead he'll be there to make sure she's safe.