Synovia x Miro x Vrenn

After being stabbed by Bobole, she manages to get close enough to Miro and Vrenn to whisper, "I know we would like to kill the little shit, but he has a plan. The meat he is trying to get them to eat is poison. I was there when he bought it. Let's see how this plays out. What he did to us was necessary to gain their trust."

Vrinn just narrows his eyes at the woman in the other cell, his body still aching from the goblin's earlier abuse. "No, he is a goblin, and at every turn where he has been given the benefit of the doubt, he has shown his true colours..." he reminds Synovia, his lilting accent helping punctuate each word. "He has run out of chances. By the end of the night, either he's dead, or we're eaten..."

maybe if you would stop being an ass to him he would not have kicked you so hard. And if you try to kill him, i'll chop you balls off and feed them to you

Recoiling as if he were physically slapped, Vrinn looks at Synovia full of indignation "You would seriously chose to side with a pathetic goblin..." the spoken word dripping with venom "...than visit vengeance upon it!?" he exclaims as he paces around inside the crude goblin prison cast dirty looks towards the woman. "In the city during the attack he aided his goblin friends, setting fire to several market carts and spreading the chaos further, and even after the creature tried to cast a spell on me whilst I was killing its mates, I was talked out of retribution from it. And now with the physical torture visited unto me for six hours, SIX HOURS whilst waiting for a patrol to 'just so happen by', and who knows what the creature has promised this tribe with us..." Vrinn shakes his head, leveling his icy stare towards Synovia, his clear blue eyes boring into hers, unwavering "No. The goblin dies."

Synovia looks at Vrinn, her eyes almost black except for the fire burning in them, and says in a voice as cold and hard as steel "You kill him, then you will have to kill me, because you won't live to see another day, you pathetic waste of life."

His glare unflinching even despite her threats his reply is simple "Or perhaps after I make my escape, I leave you and the halfling here to see the true colours of the creature from the inside of its belly, and kill him later at my leisure. Either way it dies..."

"True colors indeed, you coward."