Koglan hummed as he looked the heated metal he's working on over. Looking down it's flat face and towards Brendan and Griz, "Ah you have both come! Good. Good." He gestures for them to approach, towards the flames and a pair of covered objects resting atop an anvil. He looks the pair over, "I have heard much in the last few days. Brendan made a fine kill. And Griz, Griz has mentored Brendan well." He looks between them, "I am not so old that my hearing is going bad. Nor my eye failing to see it." He nods.

He motions for them to take a step closer, "I usually have a goblin trade for something like this. But it is not unknown for me to make a gift." He pulls the cloth off the two blades, "One for each of you, Brendan, for you, no more flint or scrap blades. No, this is a fine hunters iron here. You shall learn to care for it, to wield it well. It's a hunter's blade, very broad of use, but in a pinch can be used to fight with." He then looks to Griz, "Give that old thing I repaired months ago here." He holds out his hand, "For it will no longer be of use to you. For one of these blades is meant for you. No crack in the edge, a better cutting edge. It will do you much better."

He gestures to the blades, "Pick your blade. And no refusals. I have spoken on this. You have both earned the blade you choose."

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