As the warrior moved on and made his way towards the Shaman's hut, Clelk adjusted his gaze to focus on some of the other goblins that were making their way around the village. Many were extremely thin, and even those that were packing a little extra muscle and fat couldn't approach Clelk in terms of width. That earned him quite a few nasty glares, especially from the farmers who Clelk basically stole from. While the attention was mild at best, it still didn't sit right with the fat goblin - being the center of attention was only a real benefit when humans were around to see. 

Clelk slowly lumbered back into his hut, deciding to turn his snack and drink break into a full-fledged meal. He needed to finish off his stores sometime soon so he could replace it without fear of letting any rot, so this was for the best anyways. It wasn't like a well-deserved rest after nearly 5 hours of work was going to severely dampen his forging process - he was at a perfect stopping point. Clelk grinned as he stuffed a handful of grains into his open maw of a mouth, eating extremely quickly as he did so. It wasn't a good stew, but a nice meal of grains and vegetables was always welcome. 

After around 10 minutes of gorging himself rapidly, Clelk relaxed next to his iron pot, using the reflective surface to help him as he picked his teeth for morsels. Eventually, he sighed and rolled back to a sitting position with some effort, and rose to his feet. He sighed and slowly lumbered back to the forge - while it would be completely wrong to say that he didn't enjoy smithing, it was by far the most stressful part of his day. A single mistake could ruin hours of work and require reforging, especially if he tried making a thin blade like a knife. Clelk liked to think that it was understandable to want to procrastinate somewhat - standing in the heat of a furnace was absolutely stifling, especially for someone as large as himself. Still, heat and stress aside, he had to do his job - even Clelk acknowledged that he abused his privileges to an absurd degree, and not proving himself to be adept at his role in the tribe would easily cause his peers to turn against him. 

And Clelk did not trust in his ability to defend himself should the other goblins turn against him. Clelk made his way over to the bloom of iron and started to fire up his furnace, preparing to hammer the bloom down into a bar.