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Before the druid had stepped into the forge his wolf snorted [color=9e0b0f][i]'Fear and tension...I sense it everywhere brother'[/i][/color] Greslarch's head rose and regarded Vox as he sat beside him [color=9e0b0f][i]'If they attack brother...'[/i][/color] the thought trailed.

Hesitantly Twig stopped and turned standing at the entrance to the smiths sweltering hut. Shaking his head Twig addressed the goblins passing by knowing that they were afraid of the large predator. [color=c4df9b]"Just a moment," [/color] he told his friends and the smith [color=c4df9b]"Make sure nobody touches the wolf Vox alright?"[/color] Twig told his apprentice.

With that he stepped inside where apparently the news had just been delivered, Twig eyed the goblin smith. The old smith appeared to look strong even at his stage in life and had the telltale marks on his body of an experienced smith. As a druid he didn't care all that much about metalwork but he did appreciate the intricacy that goes into well crafted metalwork as an art.