[@Aristocles][@Searat]

The days had gone by, and Koglan had worked. And helped Siwa during her pregnancy as best he could. 

But it's the news of another Goblin tribe, another clan, some chief getting ideas. Koglan didn't like to admit it, but in his years, he'd seen the tribe come into more then one single raid.

So upon hearing the news of a potential raid he put the word out, his stock pile of weapons, armor and other items would be open to those who had a need of them. His smithy went from mostly empty to having several shelves and armor stands. Coats of goblin mail, several heart plates, helmets fitted to a standard size, armored greaves for those who might want it.

Koglan had worked on, much to his own detriment perhaps, making extra weapons. A few swords already in the making, axes, maces. He would make sure their hunters and warriors are well cared for.

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So it is on the day of the assembly to head out into the forest, another goblin arrives. Koglan striding up to the meeting place, wearing his smiths robes. He sighs, "I may hold you up...but I want to help." He reaches under his robe and draws a pair of hammers, "I will help." He nods, "I have spoken on this."