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Vox began to open his coat, as usual the forge was almost sweltering, he never understood how Gritz was able to stand this heat, but then again the same could be said about him. As a fellow craftsman Vox often felt there was a type of unspoken kinship with the goblin smith with the only real difference between the two of them were the materials they worked with. 

Vox was aware of the atmosphere as Twigs companion slept almost unaware of it all. He knew that if this tension continued they may not get very far on what they came to do. Vox had decided to sit near Greslarch hoping the others took it as a sign that the wolf was friendly and not a threat.