Koglan lay there for a time, marveling at the feeling of a leg that isn't tensed up tightly. He lays there and laughs as Siwa swats him, "I thought you'd like that kind of response Siwa." He chuckles gently and relaxes again. Gritting his teeth as the young gobliness works at him. Strong calf and thigh muscles twitching under her ministrations. It takes him almost a full 5 minutes before he speaks again, "How long do I stay on my feet a day? How long does it take to make a sword you may also as, five hours at the minimum. How long to make a shield? Four hours. How long to whittle out the handle of an axe? Another three hours. And all those 12 hours I will remain on my feet, even while getting something to eat or drink." He lets out a shuddering breath as a particularly stubborn set of knots is worked clear.

After abit Koglan who had zoned out abit grumbles out, "It's the long hard duty of a village craftsgoblin Siwa. There is always another project. A request. Or a warrior or a hunter has managed to earn a new weapon that they have been striving to get." He lifts an arm to point over at a near finished axe, the head had been pounded onto the wooden shaft, and he'd been applying a stint to the shaft so the head would not come lose, "There, that is a journey level work. A weapon for the young chief. If I ever get to gift it to him." He chuckles and settles again, "Always another project. I can't stop working." He smiles, "But it's moments like these that let me know, my work is appreciated."