The old craftsman smiled abit, "Dear sweet child." He chuckles, "For you are compared to me. Even without the, well investment in your litter, I'd have helped you I think. Other goblins out there only look out for themselves sometimes. But I am getting on in years, I see the grand picture these days. Alone, a young gobliness and a large litter, yes it would be hard all alone." He nods, "There is no pity in this, respect and hope yes, but no pity."

He sighs, "Food yes, drink is good but Food should have been one of the first things I offered you. Where are my manners. You're eatting for many now, or so I'm told by the wisegoblins of the tribe." He gets to his feet and briefly crosses down the short hallway leading to his hut.

There's the sound of clangs and what might be a knife hissing through something. It doesn't take long, but soon Koglan returns to the smithy, a fresh made bread trencher in hand, atop it, sliced apples, a wedge of yellow cheese, abit of dried and salted meat, and a bowl of pease pottage, likely Koglan's breakfast rewarmed slightly. He sets the trencher on the table in front of Siwa, "Here you go Siwa, eat well. There is more if you wish."