The fire in the forge is actually low. The heat waves from the chimney above the hill aren't as hazy as normal. The work of the billows aren't as loud and thunderous. It's odd really. Even at this hour the old goblin would be awake, working on some project. He had said he'd be working on the rest of that axe. To give to the new chief. It's truly strange to say the least. And no answer comes to Siwa immediately. It's almost as if Koglan doesn't have his full faculties.

It takes a quick look around the forge to see why. Koglan stands, a hand on the chain of the billows. Firm, but lax. The poor smith looks to be half asleep. He stares into the guttering flames of the forge, rings around his eyes. And the evidence of a long night of smithing in evidence. A finished spear head. What looks like the half completed sword billet resting just out of the fire. A partially rounded helmet.

The poor old goblin doesn't even seem to be fully aware that the flames are startign to gutter. And it's a short while before he turns, as if finally registering someone calling his name, "Ah...Siwa...oh..." He then finally pulls the chain and the smithy is filled with renewed heat as the billows go to work to return the flames to rights, "I'm sorry...it has been a very long night...I don't know if I slept at all." He sniffs then looks to the young gobliness, "I assume you coming to me, means you did as tasked? Tried atleast to find someone else to mate with before coming back to me?" He archs and eyebrow and smiles, "Good..." He nods slowly, "Good..." And trails off a little, absently grasping for his hammer and tongs again, "Very good..." His hand rests on his anvil as he yawns, "Em I'm sorry...what...oh yes..." He looks at Siwa expectantly.