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.