Griz nodded in understanding, at least the little goblin girl wasn't needlessly risking her life for some fruit. [color=khaki]"Yeah. She may be an odd one, even for my standards...but it's unhealthy for her to stay cooped up in her hut."[/color] He tells Breden as he waves back at the apple munching youth before following the younger hunter to Koglan's forge. The chimney billowing plumes of smoke was a good sign that the goblin smith was present, affirming it, even more, when he heard the telltale sounds of a billow pumping air into the hot coals of the forge.

Stepping inside, they immediately are met with the heat that radiated from the forge even from the entrance of his home. Nature Spirits know how the hell does the old goblin manage to stay near that heat, let alone, work beside it tirelessly for hours on end day in day out. None the less, the smith wanted them here and he didn't want to make him wait any longer. Knocking on the side of the hut's wall, Griz calls out and announces their presence to the goblin smith.[color=khaki]"Koglan? We're here as requested."[/color]