You were finished collecting copies of Draupnir from the small basement of the home you lived in with your dad and uncle, carrying the heavy bucket of rings with you to set it next to the fire of their workspace.. your uncle Sindri thanked you and began to prepare to melt them down, while your father Brok called you over.

“ Ey’ c’mere and help me with this. Damn thing ain’t workin’ with me. “

He was attempting to sharpen a sword, but for some reason it just wasn’t turning like he wished.