Roga opens his mouth, but stops himself.  He shrugs.  "Fair enough."  No sense in starting trouble over a now-useless necklace.  He watches as Caitlyn stomps out the fire, then offers to go off into the jungle.  "Alright," he says, "I've already eaten, too, I'll come with you."  He turns back to the naga. "Althea, if you want to come along, I can help you with that."