[@Zillanilla][@Searat][@Blackmist16][@Aristocles]

As the goblins arrived they are greeted by the roar of a the forge. And the sound of the hammer striking metal. The old smith Koglan Ironweaver working away. But unlike sometime ago where he was frenetically banging away making iron rings he's working on something a little more practical. A axe head billet in the fires, and twenty four rings of iron setting on a counter, of varying widths true but enough to fit around an ankle or wrist.

But now it's an axe. He pulls it from the fire and sets it to his anvil. As the first strike falls he hears the call from without. He lifts his hammer again and before he lets it fall calls out, "Enter or stay out, either way works. If you've come for a weapon well..." He briefly gestures at the wall of weapons he has set up for those who need it. Axes, sabers, scimitars, spears, knifes and hammers line the wall opposite Koglan. His inventory had been ordered open when the worry of war had arisen. All his surplus of weapons ready to be used.

His hammer falls again, he turns the axe head and it falls a third time as he works at the axe. He hums then looks over at the goblins, "What brings you all to my forge? Come to trade? To speak? Come say your piece." And then he drops it, Griz, Brendan and anyone else familiar with him likely feel it coming, but those who aren't may not be prepared as he finishes with, "I have spoken on this."