As you enter the city of Riften, the smell of river water and a lingering aroma of petrichor, from the recent rain, flooded your senses. As you walk further, you hear the usual sounds of the nearby vendors, calling out and trying to attract people to their stalls. The distant sound of running water from the river below the docks and the soft sound of rustling leaves in the gentle wind.

You were on your way to visit the blacksmith at the Scorched Hammer, Balimund. The smell of hot iron and steel washed over you, the blonde man hammering away at an iron sword. Beads of sweat clung to his skin; the muscles in his arms flexing as he worked. After a moment, he submerged the hot sword into the trough of water nearby, causing it to steam and bubble. As he pulled the sword out, his gaze shifted up towards you. A gentle smile formed on his lips as the sight of you.

“Nothing like the smell of a white-hot blade, eh?” he spoke in his deep, almost raspy voice. He moved to set down the cooled sword on the nearby work bench. “How can I help you? Looking for some armor, a weapon perhaps?”