GuloxChuffy, 16th of Neth on the road to Sandpoint

Everything is quiet on the road to sandpoint, save for the two goblinoids sitting around a camp fire. Gulo sits on a fallen tree dragged towards the fire, smoking a pipe in contemplate. he looks up at Chuffy, smoke escaping his mouth in great plumes "tell me Chuffy, do you believe da rumors are true, avout goblins living sandpoint?"

Chuffy looks up from some vials of uncomfortably green liquid with a quizzical expression on his face. "Which rumors are those? I've been a bit out of normal society recently... Mostly getting this." He lifts the red scaled coat, stitched together a bit crudely. Chuffy absentmindedly pours one vial into the other, stoppers it, and shoves it into one of the bandoliers across his chest.

Gulo takes another drag from his pipe, letting the acrid taste sit in mouth for a time before release "If goblins are living Sandpoint, I could no imagine it iz of dere free will. Slaves most likely, it vould be a practical application anyvey, vat do you think?"

Chuffy frowns at the hobgoblin across the fire. "I suppose slaves are practical... I do hope that's not the case though. If Grosilge were to be enslaved then I simply don't know what I would do. But it is a good point. I'll be planning for it." He pokes at the fire a bit, pondering this new potential development. "If goblins are being enslaved in Sandpoint, why are you going towards it? It seems like a rather reckless plan."

Gulo, done with his pipe, moves onto his firearms. dissembling each and cleaning them thoroughly, speaking to Chuffy in a matter of fact tone "I am hobgoblin, ve make poor slaves, dey vould be far more intervested in you."

"Oooohhh those are interesting what are they? Can I see them? Can I try them out? How do they work? What are they made of?" Chuffy's eyes are huge in wonder staring at the firearms. "Wow they're so pretty!"

Gulo shoots Cuffy a steely glare "Dey are not some toy goblin, dey are veapons of war, tools dat can kill da largest of foes, um dey can also kill goblins who touch thing dat are not deres." he returns to his work, rubbing down the barrel with an oily rag.

Chuffy leans back slightly. "Anything is a toy if you play with it." He thinks for a second before standing up, pacing side to side, and unleashing a new salvo of questions. "What kinds of weapons of war? Are they like bows or crossbows? Are they like bombs? Do you use them as clubs? Why are you cleaning them so thoroughly? How do they kill the largest foes? How would they kill me? Do they have minds of their own? Can I speak with them?" Chuffy turns his gaze directly to the weapons, bowing his head in reference before addressing them. "Hello weapons of war. My name is Chuffy. I am a friendly goblin who wishes to examine you to better understand what you do and how you manage it. No doubt you are brilliantly designed. Might I know what you are called?"

Gulo says nothing, simply grabbing his musket and loading a bullet, raising it up and scanning the trees for a target. It comes in the form of an owl, silently watching for prey of it's own. With an thunderous bang and a flash of light the owl drops to the ground dead. Gulo picks up the carcass, returning to the fire and begins to defeather it "Dey are firearms, and ven you learn do treat dem not as toy but tools, den I shall vat dey are."

Struck speechless for a minute, eyes big as dinner plates, Chuffy stares at the firearm. "Oh. Oh my. That was... SO COOL! WOW! That's amazing! How does it do that? It looked like using a small contained explosion to propel a projectile at simply outrageous speeds, but I would love to know what materials are used for that reaction... I have some experience with explosives, though they tend to take liquid form. What is used in there? If it was liquid it would need to be containing or it could leak and potentially damage the the launching chamber or whatever it is that you call it. The projectile itself travels much faster than my crossbow could ever shoot anything. Where did you come by these weapons, these firearms? Did you invent them yourself? Wow that is just amazing." Chuffy babbles to himself some time longer trying to figure out what it is that makes the explosion, trying to discern what would be most efficient in a weapon of that size. He takes out a large book from under his coat, flipping to a mostly empty page and scribbling notes and scrawling quick pictures of what he had just witnessed. 

Gulo shakes his head in disgust at such a lack of discipline, choose instead to focus on his meal, making a note to keep his guns well guarded.