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As he entered the smiths hut which was loud with the roars of the forge and the clang of steel against steel, Twig saw a goblin clad in dark attire hanging by the entrance inside Koglan's hut. Greeting the stranger with a simple nod before approaching Koglan the smith whom apparently just learnt from Breden the news of Siwa or was extremely good at acting unsurprised but more likely the old smith had already known.

[color=c4df9b]"I am not versed in the way of metalwork,"[/color] Twig said breaking the tense and awkward silence in the hut [color=c4df9b]"But I see from your handiwork you put effort into your work"[/color] the druid said studying the piece Koglan had been shaping.

[color=c4df9b]"I may be a druid but I still respect the intricacy that goes into crafting things,"[/color] Twig told Koglan as he stepped back from the forge and leant against the wall. Staring deep into the orange-yellow flames of the forge, the druid  watched the fire as it danced its chaotic jig as it was an entrancing dance that told a silent story that only the eye could perceive. 

Fire was a dangerous and chaotic element, but beautiful a sense as it provided warmth and light. Fire was a beautiful yet destructive element that only fools and madmen try to tame. Druids never seek fire unless it is necessary because foolish druids have perished trying to control the wild element. The elements were never meant to be controlled nor tamed and so the practition of elemental channelling was abolished a century ago amongst the druids of the woods.