Koglan hummed, reaching to the middle of his table and pouring a quad of glasses with a juice made from some nearby berry bushes. Pouring out a sample for everyone. Siwa had said her piece. And the old goblin smith had not expected any overt attempts at a mating proposal at all. Atleast not today. He sips his drink, mulling over what was said to him just now. He looks at the two other male goblins in the room, wondering for a moment or so, what their opinions on the matter at hand is. A female propositioning another male in their presence for well help with a litter. After a moment Koglan speaks, the old smiths voice rumbling, "Do you know, how many females come to me? It is, some kind of allure maybe, borne from my work in the forge, and the signs of my youth as a warrior briefly." He slides a hand over the angry white scar on his face, "I served Tili, the matron of six litters. And young Biy just the other day. Her first litter as well. But do you know what they had in common." He grins brightly as he relaxes back in his chair slightly, "I'll tell you, they came to me second. I am an exacting father." He gets to his feet suddenly, motioning Siwa and the two young males over to a window.

Outside across the street behind his forge a training session is in progress. One of the warriors had a few of the younger hunters and warriors with him, going over some skill or trait that older warrior felt would be useful for the younger goblins. Koglan motions to them to look out the window, "Here...see...the slightly grey skinned ones there..." Two in the group knelt and listened to their elder. "Those two I know, are mine. It doesn't look like it but I know. But I know it. And though I wished one of the last litter or the litter before that felt the pull of the smith, the allure of the hammer and forge, I couldn't be more proud." He steps back from the window, "You're what...five? Seven? I'm not quite sure. Tell you what Siwa." He reaches up and grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, the rough calluses of his hands rubbing her skin, "Gain bearing, this is your first litter? Gain some bearing. Find yourself a young male, someone in need of his first breeding. And when you feel you have some experience." He grins, letting her go, "Come to me. And I will give you not just the lay of your young life. But a smiths seed to add to the mix." He nods crossing his arms across his chest, "I have spoken on this matter." He nods again sagely.

He's about to turn but stops, and points to Vos and Brenden, "Maybe one of these young fellows will help you with your first litter. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a good lay with a comely young goblin like yourself Siwa." He nods then motions, "Stay or go. The axe is ready for the next phase. But I still have iron to work for the warriors. I have been tasked with hammering out a set of iron heart plates." He walks to the forge, "Or perhaps one of you three would brave the heat of the forge to learn the art of the hammer?" He looks at them, as he pulls the chain for the billows. The three large contraptions relax and the flames flare behind him. He's already picking up hammer and tongs again as the flames grow hotter and hotter, "Either way, I make weapon for our warriors, knives for our hunters. Maybe you will get one Brendan." He nods, "Maybe." He pulls the chain again, the fires roaring again, "Time will tell, for all of you. Siwa, Brendan and Vos. Time will tell when your destinies come forth and your are ready for greater things." He smiles again as he lifts a ingot of iron into the forge. "I hope I'm still here to see it."