Chuffy x Miro, 1st of Abadius

Chuffy stomps his way over to Miro, not even looking to see what he's doing. He draws up beside the scarred halfling, throws back his head, and screams for a solid minute. Once his lungs are completely expelled of air, he plops down onto his ass. "By all that people like you find holy. What does she see in him, Miro? Why does she love him? He's so selfish!" The last sentence whining past his lips, Chuffy throws himself down to the ground and beats his fists on the floor beneath him.

Miro stooped by the fire pulls his robe closer to him.  Within the flames sits a small iron pot.  He pulls it from the flames and pours two clay cups.  Passing one on to Chuffy.  "Well Chuffie... Now that you have called your frustrations to the sky.....that would depend on who it is that loves him.  By your arguing earlier I assume you mean our friend Vrinnatholis, but there are many loves in his life to which do you refer...? Drink... and do not eat the cup... I've only a few left after Bobole."

Chuffy accepts the cup somewhat sheepishly, realizing he was acting like a child after admonishing Vrinn for being one. "Thank you. Ja, of course I mean Vrinn. And what do I care for his many boinks? They're all just the sideshow for the main act. Grosilge. The most hervorragend goblin on all the planes." Chuffy sniffs at the concoction in his cup, attempting to figure out what it is, before shrugging and taking a sip. "Why would I eat a cup? It's made of clay. I grew out of eating clay a long time ago." He states this as if it's a universal fact, like pi is to circles. Clay is no longer included in his refined palate.

Miro nods quietly.  The tea is an Echinacea Tea with a small drop of sugar.  "Then I am to understand you are worried for Gildy?  In what way is her well being challenged?"  Miro says as he sips on his cup.  He looks over to Vrinn and sees the bluster in his face and looks to Chuffy again giving the goblin his full attentions.  "How is Vrinns infidelity a concern... Chuffy... come to me with your question to Vrinn... I find it hard to navigate the road you are traveling."

Chuffy shifts uncomfortably, taking another sip of tea. "She's not in danger or hurt. But what if Vrinn or I die out here? What if both of us die? What will that do to her? I wanted a plan or something if that were to happen. He, " Chuffy grimaces slightly, " told me he wouldn't die. I'm not stupid. I saw how wounded he was yesterday. And how weak he was the days before our infiltration. And I've heard this isn't the first time either. But he hasn't plans in place of he does get killed. I don't understand."

Micro nods solemnly to Chuffy in understanding.  "I see now.  But I ask you this first Chuffy.  What preparations do you propose? Surely you understand there isn't much more any man can do to guard against the reaper.  Pharasma calls us all in time."  Micro holds a fingered symbol to his chest in warding. "Beyond his ever growing skill in battle the best option HE had is the confidence to not fail.  Now Nethys has not deemed me worthy of resurrection magic's.  Soon I think but not yet.  Once I've access to the spell I will propose we keep the funding nessicary aside as insurance but even then only so much can be done.  My question is why you think so little of gildy to think her not strong enough to move onpast the grief off loss that all mortal man must eventually come to know?"

Chuffy scowls. "I don't know. Maybe I could leave a message with you to take back to her. Or something. Why do you people always have to bring the gods into everything?" He sets his cup one the ground and lies flat on his back, pondering Miro's question. "I don't think Grosilge is weak. I don't think that at all. I think she's stronger than any person or goblin I've ever met. It's not that I don't think she'll be able to pull through hard times. But if there's some way I can make them easier, then how could I not?" Chuffy reaches a hand up and pulls at his brow. "Ugh, this wasn't meant to get so complicated. I just wanted a contingency in case we died. To let Grosilge know or at the very least just tell her I love her one last time. That she might remember me fondly, instead of as another stupid goblin who wandered too far from the den and never came back." He rests his forearm over his eyes.

Miro nods in understanding.  "This is simple Chuffy."  Miro reaches into his pack and pulls out a small leather bound book and hands it to Chuffy.  "I already keep a journal... thanks to my brother I found it helped greatly with his passing.  Though I think a journal would help you less than I. I think you should scribe Gildy a letter every day or so.  In the event of my passing my journal is to make its was to zantoos,  perhaps dooming can ferry your letters to gildy aswell."