Agnarr approaches unnoticed, nothing can be seen other than the tents and the two individuals, now clearly Goblins bickering over whos share of gold should be greater,
"Grehl you know damn well i earned more than you, had i not intervened that elven traveler would have incinerated you!"
"To hell with you Ulor! i had the situation handled, he only burned me slightly, besides if i hadnt distracted him you wouldnt have gotten your dagger into his spine so easily, I'm keeping the gold, you can have his boots."
"Fine! i'll keep the damn boots, probably worth more anyway."
the two of them settle their dispute and begin packing up camp.
Agnarr's Turn.