Koglan smiles, "There now you are getting it. Your children will be formidable! With you as their mother Siwa, you may well bear the next Great Generation." He chuckles. then rests back in his chair suddenly, looking a little pained. He hums and rests an arm on the table top, "you say you are prepared to see your children die before you. I know, that this is likely the last litter I may help bear." He groans, "I'm old Siwa I know this. I'm 17 years old now. I may end up rushing our son through his apprenticeship, so there is a Armor and Weapon Smith to take over after me. I may still possess the muscles of a Smith, but the rest of me is old." He unconsciously flexes his arms, shoulders and chest muscles, the ropes and cords of powerful muscle rippling.

He smiles, "But I will be glad to know that though in a few year old age will take me that I will have left things for our tribe to remember me by. And will have finally passed my skills on to a goblin worthy of working this forge." He groans, "I'm fully ready to know that any of the children I have helped bear will outlive me. I don't have long." He chuckles then smiles, "But I will go out strong! I won't stop! Not until all the strength has left my arms and the ancestors finally call on me to take my place among them!" He crowws these last words, for a moment looking young and hale.

He stands up then looks out a window as a few young goblin girls walk by, overhearing, "Did you hear? Bredan and Griz came back and what a catch. Brendan looks to be coming along well." Koglan's eyebrows rocket up and he grins, "Interesting." He looks back to Siwa, "My pardon Siwa, but I think I have a new project to tend too. On your travels. If you happen to see Bredan can you ask him to come to my forge the day after tomorrow? In the morning if he can. I think he's earned something. Finally." He nods. then hums, "And Griz too maybe. That repaired knife of his well it might need to be replaced." He bows to Siwa, "If you could at any rate dear girl."

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