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The hammer descended again. A crash, the outline of a knife starting to take form, slightly different from the curved single edged things he usually makes for the hunters. But he feels abit of change would be good. It's an interesting thing to work metal. Many goblins who don't work it, who have never tried to shape it, don't understand that metal, iron and steel, and he hears that dwarven sky iron and their legendary Adamant metal, is the same way, but it's an interesting thing that metal has a prechant to want to assume certain forms. He'd always found that it would form knives better when he worked it, or the head of an axe. One stubborn billet he remembered went to a burly goblin some time back, the billet didn't form a knife or axe or sword, but had assumed the form of a great flanged mace.

And here now Koglan bangs away at the forming knife, shaping it carefully. There had been some tailings off this one, tailings he might be able to turn into those chimes and rings for Siwa. Heat them again and bend them to shape. But these knives they take priority. He thrusts the knife into the flames again and brings out the other.

His hammer comes down again, the ring of the hammer against the iron. He nods, then spots again the little head peeking again through the door. He hums, and waits, then darts to the door, looming over the young male goblin, "You have finished lessons with your mother then? And come to watch old Koglan at the forge?" He grins down at the boy, "Then come in, feel the heat of the fire, and observe the flash of the sparks from the iron. Perhaps you'll learn something today." He motions to the boy and points at a little wooden stool a few yards away from the worst of the heat, "Here, sit here. And watch, observe." He picks up his hammer and the billet again and begins to work. Yes these blades would need to be finished before morning in a days time after all. Yes. A gift for a good hunter and another for someone who will need a proper blade.