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@Blackmist16@Searat@Aristocles

Vox had lead the group to his den. Vox had originally planned on making a base outside the village, but due to the wishes and orders of the chief and shaman Vox had settled for being along the farthest edge. It was by chance that he had found this bear den, it was made by the bear Vox had used me make his cloak. He thought the more animal he looked the easier it would be easier to hunt, a idea that proved to be very effective, especially with an bow or makeshift javalin.

The den was made at the base of an old Oak, Vox had spent about 2 years digging and expanding it, careful not to damage the roots as much as possible. Through his efforts he made his base into his eventual workshop. Outside was a large flatstone Vox used for sharpening his stone knives, strips of meat and a few leather pelts were hung left to dry in the sun home from the branches that were too high for the wildlife to reach. Currently another one of his projects was also left to dry in the sun, he would have to check on its progress later.

The inside of the den was slightly circular, with smooth walls of dried mud to give it structure. Connected to center were 3 small rooms Vox had used primarily used for his work. One room contained a medium size kiln Vox used for baking mud and sometimes clay when he could get a hold of it. Another acted as a makeshift pantry which he used to make and test out methods for preserving food. The last room acted as Vox's sleeping quarters but he rarely used it. He preferred to sleep near the small firepit in the center room with all this tools, and other projects.
"Welcome..." he welcomed his visitors to his home. He placed his leather bag on a small table he had crafted, and began to disrobe his cloak. "Please sit...I must check on something...". Vox gestured toward the center of the room near the fire pit, before making his way toward his pantry room.

@Blackmist16

Vox could not believe at how excited he was to get started with his training. Questions filled the goblins mind, but he held his tongue he would learn soon enough. He never thought a druid would chose to live in the village, he had always thought he would have to leave the tribe in order to find one. Wait...living in the village?
"Teacher...I have room...in my den if you wish..
For you and Greslarch..."


He certainly did have enough room in the hollowed out bears den , he had made into his home at the edge of the village. Even he did not the roots to the old tree were strong and Greslarch could help dig.
@BigPapaBelial@Blackmist16

It was Vox that had had decided to introduce his teacher to Kolgan
"Teacher is called Twig...His companion is called Greslarch..he is a Druid..and my new teacher..." Vox had did his best to explain. He he stuttered a bit here and there but he managed to explain that Twig had come from outside the village and was allowed to stay by the Shamans and Chris permission. He was also displayed a rare face of excitement when he called Twig his teacher.
Vox had lost his train of thought upon hearing the words of his teacher "Ah y-yes teacher" and made his way back to his teachers lupine companion. He continued to think as he sat next to the wolf. A couple of things came to mind. "Mmmm...maybe pickling..would need jars..." he muttered to himself
Vox had used the opportunity to take a look around the forge. Winter was coming,and if what the chief had said was true, he would have to preserve as much as he could before it comes. Which means more foraging, and bigger prey. He will need to change to overcome this personal challenge, but he somehow had a feeling the forest would not mind that. He an idea what to do next. But it would require a new tool, but he was not sure what. He was soon lost in thought
Hey I posted sorry it took awhile
@Searat@Blackmist16@Aristocles

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.
@Blackmist16
Vox stared at the scythe then at Twig. Seeing the druid brought up an old memory. A time where Vox ventured a bit too far from his usual hunting spots. He forgot where exactly he was, but he remembered it being really high. High enough to see the entire forest from the top. He would never forget what he saw. Like giant river of greens. It was then Vox began to truly love the forest in he was born in. Vox took the handle of the sickle and pricked his finger.
"Your teachings will not got to waste."
@Blackmist16@Aristocles

Vox stood silently, listening to his teachers words. He stood his distance not because he was afraid of the wolf, but because he knew the wolf would be able to smell it off him. No matter what way it could be looked at, Vox was a hunter, he could not shake off the scent of death that clinged to him. Vox walked closer to the wolf, trying not make himself seem less of a threat as possible. "I do not fully understand Mas-Teacher" he had stopped himself "I am a hunter. There are certain duties in this village only I know to do. I do not fully understand...but I want too...if your will to teach me..." Vox turned his head toward Greslarch and held his hand out. "I am...a friend."
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