The Forge of Koglan Ironweaver had gone quiet for a time. Mostly due to Siwa's visit and subsequent talk they had. But after Siwa had left Koglan is back on his feet and at the forge. The heat of the forge once again billowing up and about. Koglan has another project, something for the tribe this time. Something that would help the tribe as a whole, just as it would help two young goblins in their day to day life. This is the path of a Smith. And Koglan's energy is renewed, with the prospect that he can help another few members of the tribe.

A pair of knife billets, a foot and a half long each, , a half foot to be the tang and the handle. Good long blades, good for a fight and good for hunting besides. He nods, looking on as the metal heats, "I can see the blades already. Yes good double sided, cutting and stabbing, and will carry an edge well. Oh yes.

He pulls the chain on the billows and with a woosh the flames within the forge jump, the billets brightening. He reaches in with a tongs pulling one of the bright glowing red billets out, "And we begin." Over to the anvil, hammer in hand. The strikes of the hammer against metal. As he does a few young heads peek into the forge. One of the young goblins whispering, "Look at him go! Koglan must have had some kind of inspiration huh?" Koglan's arm descends again with a clang, smooth powerful strokes. He's got iron to weave again for a good cause.