Siwa prided herself on being independent, or at least, as independent as a goblin could be given their tribal state. Most of her income, if it could be called that, came from her performances outside of the confines of the village and its surroundings. While she could work in the fields surrounding the village, there really wasn't much else she could do. Leaving a group of infants for most of the day wasn't an option, and while she had friends and relatives who could look after her young for a while, none would be able to do so for the long time it took for her to journey to the human town, perform, and travel back. Simply put, she had to stay in the village.

"I-I'm okay, but-" She wasn't normally this blunt, but there was no disguising it now. "-I need your help to support my children. While I don't have much to give in return, I can promise you that one of my sons- possibly one of yours- will be sent to you as an apprentice when he's old enough. What I need is food, or the means to get it, and you seem to have plenty of those." Siwa let out a sigh. "Also, if it helps, I suppose we could... meet a bit more often. Mating with you was a [i]really[/i] good time, and if it worked, maybe your blacksmithing blood passed down to my boy. I'm pretty certain I have at least one son in me might now." She would have added 'a mother knows', but that was a stereotype even among the goblins. 

"The chief assigned me to work in the fields in the east, for as long as I'm able to. They're not very fertile and my feet are getting swollen. It's not easy to walk around and farm all day, and I'll be pretty much confined to my hut once I swell up a bit more." Indeed, her feet were killing her even as they spoke, but she smiled anyway. "It's going to be a big litter, maybe 8 or 9 younglings. If you want to come over and see their birth, you're welcome to. One of my sisters will be helping me deliver, but I've told her you might be there. None of the warriors I've laid with are interested in it. Or in me, honestly. They told me that they'd mate me again once I got thin again. Can't blame them; I'm not the prettiest thing to look at right now. Breden says he still wants to lie with me, but this really isn't a good time."