Zectoll offered a shrug to Kishi, but he didn't really mind the indecisiveness. All that mattered to Kishi was that his brothers and sisters were safe, and if naming his weapon made Zectoll feel better, Kishi didn't mind.The young female goblin, Luz, seemed to enjoy the gift which Kishi had given her. Then again, it was less of a gift, and more of a type of insurance. It would surely be harder for her to die if she had an actual weapon, especially if she ever planned on hunting. Kinsih nodded towards the girl.
"Thank you for the effort, Luz. If you succeed in finding an adhesive, I'll be sure to use it for you first!"Kishi really didn't have any expectations for the young goblin. After all, where would she even find an adhesive strong enough for what he needed? Despite this, Kishi was indeed grateful for the thought, and he made certain to craft anything she asks for extra well. After he had finished his conversation with both Luz and Stegs, Kishi returned to the crafting of his map, which was quite barren all things considered. While the cave itself was mapped out quite well, the only part of the outside of the cave that had been mapped with any clarity was the path that Isurta and Xaal had died. Kishi quickly made his way back towards the small corner that was his home, and placed the stone dagger he carved into the small crevice of the wall. After doing so, he simply sat and looked around his small area, observing all the small trinkets that he had gathered. Compared to many of the other goblins, he owned far more than them... Kishi laid on the wolf pelt, warming himself against the cold that the rain had brought. Kishi's thoughts soon returned to the pit and moat he planned to construct, and he quickly went to work constructing a shovel. Using a flat stone as a blade and another of the sticks as a shaft, Kishi quickly tied his new creation together and held it in the air.
...Before it came undone almost immediatly.
Kishi really needed an adhesive, and badly. Without it, anything beyond the most basic of tools was impossible. Kishi laid back on his pelt, clutching the stick in his hand and staring at it for several seconds. As he did, he remembered the struggles he had been through. The animals he had hunted, the anger he felt towards the monsters, and how difficult it was to protect his kind. The cold, the raw meat...
Then, like a lighting bolt, inspiration struck him.
Quickly jumping to his feet, Kishi began to carve away at the stick with his knife, pulling off strands of bark as he did so. He nearly clipped his thumb twice, but in the end, he had a small collection of wood shavings and a sharpened piece of along with it. Not wasting any time, Kishi ran throughout the entire cavern, searching for a larger branch. After nearly 30 minutes of searching, Kishi finally found his prize, wedged near the back of the cavern. Quickly removing it, Kishi quickly made his way back to his collection of materials, carving a small groove into the larger branch as he did so.
After making his way back, Kishi quickly laid the larger branch on the ground and grabbed the sharpened stick. Kishi lightly placed the small amount of shavings and strips of wood into the groove. After preparing himself, Kishi rapidly moved the stick between the groove, moving as fast as possible. In Kishi's mind, this told him that it would give him something he didn't even know of, a light that protected those who knew to use it, and harmed the ignorant. Kishi tried to make fire.
In Kishi's mind, doubt began to rise. He didn't even know what fire looked like, and surely it couldn't be strong if it was merely made by rubbing sticks together. Besides, the way he moved was awkward and without any sense of rhythm... But his sense hasn't been wrong before, and Kishi was willing to risk it. At it's worst, Kishi would come out of this with a few splinters, blisters, and a hurt pride.
