Oengul War-Anvil

Look at that edge. Still sharp.

I'll present this to the Jarl later. As for you, let me show you some smithing techniques.

Pfft. Ungrateful milk drinker.

Jarl wants it to look like an ancient blade. High Queen Freydis ruled over Windhelm in the Second Era, and her sword was legendary.

Getting the real sword would be even better than making a copy, but no one wants to risk getting it from its resting place.

If you find that sword, traveler, I'd be grateful.

Of course I am. What do I look like, a tavern wench?

Ah, don't let my words cut you too deep. I've just been working the forge too hard. Trying to set this sword right.

I almost didn't. I wasn't sure I could stomach having some Imperial tell me how to live my life.

I was ready to pack my things when Hermir came to me. She wanted to make sure I'd finish teaching her the smithing trade.

That girl's determination won me over. I suppose it didn't hurt that she said she only wanted to learn from the best smith in Skyrim.

I couldn't let her run off to that pretender Eorlund Gray-Mane, could I?

Of course you want to invest in my business. I'm the finest blacksmith in all Skyrim.

I don't see these troubles as business. This is a labor of honor.

To bring Ulfric his rightful glory, I would hammer a thousand shields.

Shor's bones, I might just have to!