BoboleXVrin

The fire sits glowing, well tended by bobole, roasting bigger bits of the Bunyip, he looks over at his prize, then to the sleeping form of Vrin. A long and complex debate rages on in the little goblin's head (a minuet maybe.) before going over to the Rogue. He pokes Vrin, softly at first, then harder, he thinks of kicking him, but goes against it, taking the bit of roasting blubber and putting in frount of Vrin's nose.

His eyes cracking open slightly at the first disturbance near his self, Vrinn tightens the grip on his daggers as Bobole leans over him, waving some of the roasted meat in his direction. "What do ye want, ye green git?" Vrinn mutters, his crystal blue eyes piercing the darkness to glare angrily at the goblin, his dour mood clearly not having improved since the group left Sandpoint.

Bobole, either unaware or uncaring of it, scratches the back of his ears, his face contorting as he searches for the words "So I wanted to...I um a...you saved me alright! I'd be eaten if it weren't for you and I wanted to thank you,  I think that's the word, that is the word right?"

His eyes narrowing to glare at Bobole, an eyebrow arches as Vrinn looks to the goblin's hands, expecting something more sinister from him. "If ye mean ye're tryin' t' show yer appreciation for having the blighted bastard takin' chomps out of my leg instead of yers, aye, thanks are in order." He says, his gaze flicking from Boble's hands to his eyes, before looking out to see the sunlight filtering in through the cave mouth. "Just don't make me regret me decision in not leavin' ye to be eaten by the bugger all on yer lonesome." the half-elf warns.

Bobole nods "Seeing as we did most of the work, I figured we should get the prize, but you get first bite!" Bobole goes to retrieve the "Prize" the raw heart of the Bunyip. He holds it out to Vrinn, looking at him with an expecting and stupidly wide grin.

At the gesture of the 'prize', his lips curl in a faint sneer as he looks between the bloody organ and Bobole. "Err... It's fine. You eat that, just save me a few of those teeth..." he says nodding towards the jaw of the beast and its rows of sharp fangs.

Bobole shakes his head "No no, you bit it, you need to get stronger, we all do." muttering the bit to himself. He thusts the heart upon Vrinn, letting it sit in front of his face (for optimal biting!)

Sighing as he looks between Bobole and the heart, Vrinn glares at the little goblin as he takes a bite out of the still bleeding organ. Staring into Boboles eyes as he rends some of the muscle off of the offered stick, he begins to chew, holding down the urge to vomit with each bite. "Satisfied now?" he asks, swallowing the morsel before moving over to wash his face in the salty water.

Bobole's eye gleams with joy (the other on the necklace may be too, or that may be sea water.) "Yeah! Now maybe we won't all die...maybe..." he takes the prize back, devouring the heart with an animalistic frenzy. As he finishes he looks Vrinn, his face covered in blood, grinning.