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

Koglan hums lifting the axe head with his tongs, looking it over before placing it back into the flames to heat again. He then turned, nodding slowly, "Ah good your gear from the patrol." He waves those hunters and warriors forward. clearing a section of one of his work benches for the items, "Place them here. I will look at them." 

He looks up and narrows his eyes, looking Twig over, "Huh a new face." He starts to look the gear, weapons and armor over. Picking up Gurs' breastplate. He looks at Gurs then at the breastplate, "This, will not do." He hefts it and with deft and strong tugs rips the leather straps from the armor that would hold it together. He then looks at Gurs, "We may not see eye to eye young warrior. But I am not a mean goblin." He turns and points to the wall adorned with weapons, "One weapon, and..." He points next to the wall where there are several pieces of armor on display, heart plates, goblin chainmail, iron half plate, and a few choice pieces of full breast plate, "One piece of armor. Take one Gurs."

He then turns back to look at Twig, "I have spent many long years practicing this trade." He sniffs looking the new goblin over, "No warrior are you, or hunter no." He sniffs again, "I smell...canine...I smell..." He sniffs again, "Water, and air, and earth and nature." He nods, "Hmmm I know not your trade. or your disposition, but if you are welcome in the camp, then welcome." He waves again, "If you need a weapon or armor, I am the one to come too. For now..." For just a moment the old Goblin looks as old as he really should be, and as tired as he should be after so long, "If you need repairs I shall do them." He nods, "Those of you who have come for repairs, I shall have them done within the week." He looks at Brendan, Griz, Vox and the rest, "Now tell me, when did this new face, who's name I have not yet learned, come to our camp? Tell me, introduce me." And again that big bomb, "I have spoken on this."