[@RisqueBoots] Cyrus heeded her words. It sounded just like what the previous shaman would have said. "Certainly. I shall do just that. Thanks for the guidance." He paused for a moment. She looked like she fit the description of "the hungry." In spite of the fact that the shaman could basically take as much food as she pleased from the tribe's stores, this fact was either unknown to her or she didn't exploit it. Cyrus sat down near the sacred flame and began to cut the rabbit up into pieces, following her advice. "Shaman... Jig, please, take this leg. You need it more than I do. As for the skull-" he tossed it into the sacred flames, which immediately burned the skull to ashes. Heads had a sacred meaning to goblins, as they were believed to be the conduits for the soul, even past one's death. Tribes at war would sometimes cut the heads off of the dead of their enemies and stick them onto spikes, and would return the heads of dead warriors at the end of a conflict to signify the return of peace. Of course, skulls could be used for darker purposes, such as necromancy, but that wasn't something this tribe was known to engage in. Tossing a skull into a tribe's sacred fire was seen as offering the most powerful part of the creature, and it also gave up the most useful part of a creature for magical purposes. As such, it was seen as a true sacrifice, as the animal's skull could be used as a focus for magic in a way which no other body part could. Cyrus bowed and took his leave, heading to his hut with the remainder of the rabbit. He set the meat down on the floor, to give it to the appropriate parties later, after eating his fill of it, which he did so. After a brief yet bloody skinning, he gathered up several pelts from his previous hunts and made his way out of the hut. Gathering all of these was about to pay off. Although the goblin system of barter wasn't precise, he knew the approximate value of what he wanted, and these pelts were likely more than enough for it. [@Duoya] Cyrus heard and smelled the blacksmith's hut long before he saw it. Much like the sacred flame, this was also a place of fire, and held a less significant but still important role in goblin culture. Smiths were seen as sacred in their own way, taming the seemingly supernatural power of fire to bend the otherwise inflexible metal to their will. At least, most smiths were seen as sacred. This one, on the other hand... "Clelk! I have the pelts! I can give you half now if you start on the sword!" They had discussed making him an iron sword a long while ago, something which was certainly a rare and coveted weapon among goblinkind. Knowing Clelk, this wouldn't be as simple as dropping off some animal hides or furs and walking away with a sword, even if Clelk had one ready, which was doubtful. Plus, he knew that Clelk, for all his valuable skills, never made anything easy.