Koglan smiles looking at Gurs, "Ah, I see. Gurs, I remember you. I remember the iron I forged for you too." He pulls up the short sleeve of his robe, and points to a scar on his arm, "I recieved this one, etching the runes into your breastplate." He lifts his hand and shows a healed shattered index finger, "And I hit this while making your weapon." He smiles, "I remember much of the iron and steel I forge for this village Gurs. It'd be a pity if it went untended if it were to break. And who will repair your iron if it bends or breaks?" He smiles and leans into Gur's face, "I will." He turns then and assumes a place in the back of the group, "I shall be here. But I will stand at your shoulders none the less."

And so it was that the old goblin paced along at the back of the pack. Listening to the chatting going on. Repeatedly he would turn to look back over the path they walked, just to make sure they were not being followed. Old habits from his time as a Warrior long ago, rusty but still able.

After sometime he spoke up, "There are stories of a time when all these tribes, were one great tribe. Ask the Great Elders and the old Shaman about it some time. We were feared once. The high Goblin Clan. What it would have been like to have been a Goblin then."

He turns in time to see Gurs as he day dreams almost walk into a tree. The old Goblin says nothing. Not needing too a good warrior would fix his own folly.

He is just turning around again when he feels it in the earth at his feet. He looks up his eyes going round as the owlbear thunders out of forest, "Great Ancestors, Mentors of the Forge, Elders of the Past...watch over us." He sets his hands to the pair of warhammers at his hip, "Run or stand." He growls. He looks around at the younger goblins, "Run or stand!" He hisses a little more urgently. Owlbears can be dangerous after all. And only in the stories has a goblin, human, orc or elf ever really talked an Owlbear down.

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