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Koglan looked at Gurs, but didn't try to force him, the offer was there. He nodded to the others as they left, and started to examine the items, armor and weapons left to him.

He lifted his gaze though, "Twig." He nods slowly, "As you have likely heard I am Koglan Ironweaver, Master smith of this tribe." He hums and sets some of the weapons onto the heat so he can work them while warm. He hums and quirks his head to the side, "A Druid...stories from my mother many years ago spoke of them. One with Nature, strong in mind and body." He nods respectfully. he places the axe he was working on back on the heat to get hot again.

It's then the sickle is offered to him, he hums and takes it almost reverently. A smith can tell alot about a weapon just looking at it, holding it. "Metal when it's shaped and forge gains a life of it's own." He turns the blade, rolling the handle in hand. Running a practiced and careful hand over the blade, edge and curve. And carefully making a few somewhat experienced movements, cuts, slashes, jabs and lashes with it. He nods, "A fine weapon, who ever or whatever made it was a master of their craft indeed." He flips the blade and offers it back to Twig handle first.