Blacksmith Training In Skyrim Novels & Stories

“That’s true. They’ve made a name for themselves training and trading war beasts. They’re also the best blacksmiths along the borders. Silver, steel, and even enchanted blades, you’ll find the best of them here.” As they entered the town square, Althea couldn’t help but notice the energy around her. Children ran freely, laughter mixed with the sound of hammering metal and chatter from the market. It didn’t feel like a place constantly preparing for battle, but rather one that had learned to live with strength and pride. It was how she had first heard about the Wildfangs—from the warriors, especially her old friend from her father’s pack, Tristan. She had always wanted to visit their territor

We were just wasting our bloody time here when we could have been even closer to Snowfang mountain. “Get me that chisel, sonny.” He ordered and I frowned at him. For a split second, I was about to lash at him for addressing me in such a manner, but I bit my tongue when I remembered exactly where I was. I grumbled under my breath and picked up the chisel. He took it from me and punctured a hole into a sheet of metal. “Over here, sonny. In order for you to be an excellent blacksmith, you need to master the art of fine puncturing.” He said.