Koglan let his hammer fall one last time. The billet complete. And the time late. He looked out a window, hearing someone yelling for help. He stepped to the door of his forge, looking about, then hearing it again, body heat high and steam from his work filtering into the air above him he set off steadily to the location of the shout for help. Entering the gate area he spotted the guard and in his arms, isn't that young Griz? The old goblin hurries close, "Here let me help." He growled out, "Take his loot bag, and let us get this young man to his home. Then fetch one of the healers. He's going to need it perhaps." He takes Griz from the guard's arms, and with the ease of a goblin holding a great deal of strength in his shoulders and arms, he lifts Griz, and trying to remember which hut is Griz he carries him that way.

Soon he's shouldering open the door to Griz's hut, or what he assumes is Griz's hut. He doesn't bother to look around to make sure it isn't. He makes a beeline for the nearest bed. And places Griz down in it, "Here then." He looks about and spots the guard, "Put his loot bag down, and find a healer you silly goblin!" He calls. Then turns back to Griz, "What did you go and get up too I wonder." The old Goblin's eyes narrow, "But this...is quite a sojourn. Yes." He stands and waits for the return of the guard and the healer, "You I believe have earned my iron Griz." He looks over at the stone spear that the guard brought with them, going over to grab it, and as a healer and the guard return he nods and sets off, taking the spear with him, "Tell him, when he wakes, to come and visit me." He tells the guard and healer.

It's not long after that, that the sound of Koglan's hammer can be heard from his forge again. A long, thick billet being hammered away at, the head of a spear by the looks of it.