Olric yawned loudly as he woke up that morning. It was another day, another glorious day to what he loves and that's creating weapons and armor for his fellow goblins. He got up from his bed which was just a big pile of hay near his smithing station and put on his clothes and grabbed his hammer, pliers, and his dagger. Once he was dressed he ate a small breakfast before he left his little shack and took a few steps to his station and got to work. He heated up his forge as normal and once he was ready he grabbed some ore and started melting it down to create a new sword for some ambitious goblin hoping to be chief.