[@BigPapaBelial][@Zillanilla]

As Vox introduced him the druid couldn't help but smile, his apprentice was rather simple which in a way reminded Twig of when he was younger and at a time when he was just learning the basic principles of druidism. He had been naive about the ways of the world unaware of the perils he was to face in the future.

For a single moment he saw himself in the young hunter, a goblin who had yet to face the same hardships that his master had experienced. Vox was not a fool as far as Twig could tell and the hunter took his new role quite seriously which Twig found quite humorous.

After his apprentice finished speaking his master Twig chuckled audibly as Vox sounded excited to call him his 'teacher' and as Twig approached his apprentice he placed his hand on the other goblins shoulder. [color=c4df9b]"You have so much to learn Vox"[/color] Twig momentarily sqeezed the hunters shoulder then walked back over to Koglan to address the smith properly. 

[color=c4df9b]"I am Twig and as I have stated before the last of my tribe,"[/color] Twig explained taking a seat somewhere nearby Koglan [color=c4df9b]"But I never fully told you how this came to be,"[/color] the druid once again drew the sickle from his hip and examined it for a moment before peering at the smith [color=c4df9b]"I don't wish to waste your time if you are busy Koglan,"[/color] he took a moment as if making an important decision before what he was about to say. 

[color=c4df9b]"Look at my sickle you will notice something no doubt,"[/color] Twig handed his weapon to the smith, he knew that the smith would never have seen it's craftsmanship before because the blade wasn't normal yet it wasn't magical either. The sickle was formed from the iron deep in the belly of the earth and its hilt carved from the holy tree of the Green-Eye grove, a tree dead but still alive within the hilt of his blade. The wood almost white carved and sanded into a hilt with no imperfections nor corking of wood. Just perfectly smooth and flawless [color=c4df9b]"As you should know every weapon has a story in its design?"[/color] Twig told the smith.