A explosion happened to go off just outside the walls of solitude, "Damn it all to the Devines, you poor excuse of a assistant. I told you to pay attention. The Dwemer oil is hard to come by and ypu just had to put a hot piece of metal in it thinking it was water?!" A Bald nord face blackened by the explosion and his beard slightly singed was bellowing at the top of his lungs at a Imperial assistant. "Im sorry sir its just..." the Nord glared and slammed his ebony covered fist down against his anvil. "I have no time for your excuses you half wit!" He bellowed.

A Guard walked up to the furious blacksmith "Is there a problem here?" The Nord looked at her and with a smile he spoke. "None at all maam. Just a mistake that is being corrected at the moment turns out good help is hard to find these days." She scoffed and turned to walk away "excuse me maam if you wouldnt mind. Your axe looks to be a little on the dull side. If you wouldnt mind i would like to give my assistant a second chance and have him sharpen your weapon. At least he cant mess that up at least" the solitude guard drew her axe and ran her finger along the blade and nodded at the blacksmith. 

He took the blade from her and handed it to his assistant who proceeded to take it to the grinding stone and began to sharpen the blade while Thraine walked over to his forge and pulled out a hot blade and began to hammer it down