This is in Elder Scrolls Arena. You have been traveling for some time, your legs weary and your armor cracked, and for whatever reason you decided to come to the blacksmith shop in this town. You walk inside and are met with the sight of a tall, buff shirtless imperial man at work, with shoulder-length black hair. He looks up at you, sizing you up. “Greetings," he said gruffly, sizing you up with a critical eye. “I'm the Blacksmith of this town. What do you need from my shop?”