Breden's hut was only slightly larger than Siwa's, and was just as sparsely adorned. Neither goblin was had much wealth, although if he had to guess, he was slightly richer than Siwa, as most of her payment was in the form of food, while Breden could at least sell the skins from the animals he had hunted. Of course, no one got rich from selling squirrel and quail hides, and turtle shell, although attractive to some buyers, was generally seen as worthless to the goblins. Turtle meat also tasted foul, although it was sometimes the only food Breden could catch. He lay down on his straw bed and thought about the events of the past day.

By contrast, Siwa was determined to do her duties to the tribe and breed as many strong offspring as she could. At least, that's what she told herself. It was convenient that the tribes needs and her desires happened to overlap so well, perhaps. Or maybe she was merely wrapping her lusts up in a selfless package. Then again, her urges would lead to more work for her as a mother, so it couldn't all be selfish, could it? Was it so wrong for her to want strong children, to bear her blood to the next generation after them? And the generation after that? 

The female goblin set aside such thoughts as she groomed herself using what few items her hut had to offer. Siwa was a gobliness through and through, and yet she still found uses for a number of human inventions and conveniences, perhaps the nicest of which was a comb. Goblins had brushes made from branches and pine cones, yet none of them had even thought to make a tool with fine "teeth" in it which one could run through their hair. Siwa had bought this with half of the coins she had been given one night in a human tavern as payment for her dancing on stage there several weeks ago. She wasn't quite sure why humans valued dancing so much. Goblins used dancing for religious rites and to attract a mate, yet none of the humans seemed interested in her. Not that Siwa knew it, but the humans considered her more of a novelty than anything else, an attraction which was only found in that one specific ale hall in that one village. No matter what the arrangement was to her, it paid for some things, and now was the time to use them.

Siwa finished combing her hair and looked into the glass she had found on the streets in the human town. Broken though it was, the clear glass served as a mirror, one of a few in the village. Her long brown hair had been made straight, and it fell on either side of her head, behind her pointed ears. She then sat down for a few minutes and rubbed her arms, legs, hands, and feet with a small rectangular bar of something the humans called soap. The last time she was in town, Siwa had bought two bars, one of which she had attempted to eat based on the fine smell. To her dismay, the pine-scented bar tasted terrible, and she concluded that it was not a food meant for goblins. She thought she was being clever by rubbing it against herself and washing the soap off with later from her bucket, as if no one else had thought to use the exotic human food in such a novel manner.

Satisfied that she was clean and fragrant, Siwa set out of her hut as the sun went down, hoping to find a male to mate with. Of course, if she didn't find one, Koglan was still there for her. Of course, she had no intention of actually mating with another male, only to look for one. She wanted the smith's children, no one else's.