Griz looks to the beautifully crafted blade and held it in his hands. The balance was perfect. The edge was keen. But most of all, the blade felt natural to him. Like an extension of himself. He was left gobstruck. He'd never expected to be worthy enough for another blade after mishandling his older one against that orc months ago...yet here he was. Brand new blade in hand and being told that refusing was not an option. [color=khaki]"I...I'm honored, Koglan. I never expected being able to earn another blade within my life. Ancestors bless your heart."[/color] The old goblin hunter says with a grateful tone.

Though before he could hand over his old dagger, he hesitated. The old blade, despite its wear and tear, had served him well for years. The feelings conflicted within him. On one hand, the iron from it may be reused and recycled for future use to the tribe. On the other, it was akin to saying goodbye to an old friend. But the need of the tribe outweighed his selfish want. He gives the old weapon a sad but accepting look and says one final thank you before handing it over to the goblin smith. [color=khaki]"May the iron be well used to the tribe."[/color]