Valgar's expression soon began to take on something of a more anxious or uncomfortable appearance. He hesitated, unconsciously rubbed his hands together, and ended up clearing his throat before finally speaking. "Look, I'm, uh...not really good at this sort of thing. But, um, I just wanted to say that I've always thought it was real honorable the way you treat us. Your pack, all of you. And I don't think it's just us blacksmiths that feel that way, but a lot of people here in the clan. People who make things, especially. You've never demanded any tribute from us, even though you've had every right to do it. You're our leaders, you could have asked for anything you ever wanted from us, but you've always traded fairly. But...it's not the time for that kind of thing anymore. Now that I know what's coming, now that I know that this war could actually, really be over soon, it's time for everyone to do our part. And you're going to be doing the most. You're our leaders, damned heroes, and you're going to be right in the frontlines. You're the best we have, so you deserve to [i]get[/i] the best we have. I can't make daedric swords for a whole army, but I figure giving a few to you will do just as much."

Valgar shrugged and let out a long breath. "I mean, if you really think those hearts would be more useful somewhere else, then that's fair, but I'm going to be making you all [i]something[/i], and that's that."