Thraine hammered away at the hot metal and he set the hammer down and reached for a black ebony guantlet that was a bit bigger than normal guantlets of that particular make and he rolled his shoulder a bit before clenching his fist and hitting the metal with the guatlet cover hand and turning it over before hitting the otherside and repeated with every turn of the hot metal before putting it in a barrel of cold water. He then took the guantlet off and began to whistle while walking over to a cart with barrels in it lifting a small barrel that looked like it was a keg of Mead and set it down near the leather rack he hand and popped the lid off revealing more dwarven oil and he grabbed one of the brown leathers off the table and dipped it into the barrel before drapping it over a pole "there we are. Now ill let that cure for a bit. Hey imperial. That axe is sharp enough. Take it to the guard and becareful. Im not responcible if you lodge that weapon in someone or yourself." The assistant nodded and took off without a word. 

Thraine then grabbed the metal he was working on and it shimmered like ebony and he inspected it before putting it back into the fire and he spat and sniffed before reaching into a black leather pouch and pulled out a pinch of fire salts. And dripped them onto the blade. The black metal sparked and began to glow hot again in time for the assistant to get back. "Grab hold and turn when i tell you too" he brought the hot metal to the anvil and the assistant grabbed the glowing metal and waited.

Thraine then grabbed hold of a black ebony double sided hammer and he looked at the metal and inhaled before swing the hammer and then repeated telling the Assistant to turn the metal ever 3 swings