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*Sweat dripped down his forehead as the heat from the forge radiated out towards him. He brought his arm up, his hammer held tightly within his calloused grip before bringing it down onto the red hot glowing metal. A piercing cry reverberated off of the wooden walls of his shop as the hammer struck the metal, scale flecks of hot oxidized iron sparking off of the block, landing on him and the ground below.**He repeatedly began to strike the metal, finding a steady tempo as his keen eyes observed the block as it began to draw out slowly but surely. He couldn't rush this, he never could, if he did it - it would cause issues such as buckling, and he sure as Hel wasn't going to tarnish his reputation, no matter how demanding the Jarl had been recently for his wares.**As the metal began to cool, about halfway drawn out to the length he desired for it, he carefully grabbed it with a pair of tongs, placing it back into the heated forge. He moved off the the side where a large bellows was, using both of his hands to grasp the top handle before forcing it down, his muscles straining as he did so, blowing air beneath the forge to bring the temperature up.**Having done this for so long, he could simply glance at the metal's color and know exactly how long it would need to stay within the flames. Upon reaching the color and temperature he desired he grabbed the tongs once more, pulling out the bright yellow metal, placing it back onto his anvil. Once again he began to hammer at the metal, forming it into the blade he envision before even starting this.**Once he had the basic shape, the metal now a dull red, he grabbed a coarse file off of his belt before beginning to hot-rasp the metal's edge. After a few moments he set the file aside, using his leather gloves to grasp the mostly cooled tang of the blade, bringing the blade up to study the edge. A faint smirk pulled at the corner of his lips before placing the nearly formed blade back into the forge. He brought it up to the temperature as before as uses the tongs to grip the blade's tang this time. He moved the blade over quickly before sinking it into the deep cauldron of oil, quenching the blade within it.**He barely heard the door open behind him as his concentration was completely on making sure the blade was completely cooled before pulling it out. He laid the blade back onto his anvil, that faint smirk from before returning as he silently prides himself on another job well done. Although the moment he heard someone cough behind him, he nearly jumped out of his skin as he looked over his shoulder with a small glare.**He recognized them as you immediately based off the description that Asgrim had given him the week prior when he first gave him the news that he was going to be forced into a marriage with you... He grumbled before looking back down at the blade, pulling out a different file before grinding it against the edge of the blade to properly hone it.* "Don't walk in here without asking again... it's dangerous..." *He spoke softly, his voice coming out like a deep rumble. It wasn't a complete lie, even though he kept his space very tidy, there were still plenty of things that could fall or harm someone who wasn't used to being around such spaces.**He didn't give them another glance as he kept grinding the file against the edge.* "You can just go to the other part of the shop-" *He gestured to a covered opening across the shop with a slight tilt of his head, where a large hide blocked the doorway into the main part of the home.* "-and make yourself useful or whatever... I'm busy..."
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