BoboleXSynovia

Each swing is getting more coordinated, each strike going deeper into the dummy, he looks over to Synovia, grinning far more evilly then intended "It's pretty fun being big, I get why you like it."

"Your getting better at hitting things that don't hit back. I think it's time to start the real training. Tomorrow you'll have a target that fights back."

"I'm guessing that means you." he says, sitting down with a loud thump "Wounder what Miro would say if he knew we we're doing behind his back?" he thinks for a moment, using vocal alteration to match the mystic "It is not dat I am mad we're training, it is dat you velt you ad to keep it a secrete. I, obviously knowing eveything, could ave elped wiv your training."

Synovia laughs and adds "Synooovia, I extpect thees from Bobole, but you should know betta."

"If he is going to learn to be civilized e must learn by example." Bobole gets up, his hair beginning to bristle in anger, the voice vanishing, his own deep baritone returning "It's not like what Bobole thinks or wants is important, since Miro's way of doing things always works and whatever Bobole says must be stupid. And obviosly as a goblin he doesn't understand anything about suffering unlike Miro, who never shuts up about being a slave, it would be impossible that maybe Bobole knows more about loss than anyone and he...he.." he dashes over to the training dummies and savaging them before Synovia can see the tears.

"Bobole," she says softly " I don't think Miro, or I for that matter, mean to make you feel less improtant. It's just that we are not used to each other yet." She pauses and says  "I know it costs you much to do what you have been doing here."

His breaths come out in short, sharp bursts, he looks down at the ruined dummy, he grabs one of the broken pools that we're the arms, swinging around and striking Synovia as hard in the face as he can "Training starts now!" he bellows, tears running like rivers.

Synovia tackles him and holds him in a hug, like you would an injured child.

Bobole blinks away tears, sadness and anger replaced by confusion "Um, you have me in a grapple, your supposed to bite me in the face, you're bad at fighting dirty."

"Oh, well how's this?" Synovia leans over and kisses he forehead.

"No, like this!" as he slowly deflates Bobole shoots off a vicious jab to the kidney.

Synovia counters by yanking his ear as hard as she can, then punching him in the nose.

As blood trickles down his face Bobole grins his goblinish grin "Now that's fighting dirty!" he sucks in the blood, getting a fair amount before spitting it in Synovia's eyes.

 Wiping the blood from her eyes she says "That was disgusting you little shit!" As she strikes out quickly with her foot catching Bobole square in the stomach and knocking the air from his lungs.

Bobole sees his chance, opening his maw wide he digs his daggerlike teeth deep into his friends flesh "igin irty!" he shouts!

Having had about enough of his shenanigans. Synovia grabs Bobole by the back of the neck and throws him into the wall, knocking him unconscience.

Minuets, hours, Bobole isn't 100% certain how long he's been out, he looks around to see if Synovia is still there.

It's been about 30 minutes and he finds Syn sitting on a rock, by the ocean washing wounds off with the salty water of the sea.

As Bobole walks closer he briefly considers clocking her in the back of the head, but dismisses it. He sits himelf down by her, leaning against the rock "I think you win...it's very pretty out here, that's the word right, pretty?"

"It is pretty here, I used to come here alot when I was little and stare at the waves. I haven't just sat by the beach in a long time."

"So...how long is this river, it seems pretty big." he says, pointing to the ocean.

She smiles "This is not a river. It is called an ocean. See where the land and water seem to touch? That is called the horizon and the ocean goes far beyond the horizon and touches the shores of far distant lands."

"And those big rafts I see in town, they float on the anocean, and do stuff?" Bobole shrugs "People, they don't make sense to me."

" Your right, ships, or big rafts, carry things and people on the ocean. People are not that different from you. You came to Sandpoint to give your tribe a better life. Thta's all we want.".

Bobole, ignoring (unintentionally or not.) what Synovia had said "Ever been to Isger, nothing like it, Most of the Chitterwood is burned but there's some trees that arn't, plenty of rivers, not as big anocean, but still pretty big, ooh and some big mountains with booring dwarf faces on them!"

"Sounds exciting, and beautiful."

"The best part, no order, no laws, no matter what Asmodous's shamans say! Longshanks fight Longhanks, Goblins, Gnomes, Dragons and Drakes. All the while there's fat caravans with shineys and everyone wants em!" For a moment a wide grin is on Bobole's face, but slowly it fades "Uh, you should probably be getting back to town, don't want them to get suspicious."

"I had fun today, but the next time you bite me I'm gonna pull your ears off."

Bobole is only half listening "I got...ranger stuff to do, you know the way back." he hops on Scaly not giving time to respond before he climbing the cliff walls.