werewolf · assassin · skyrim · jealous · protective · gruff · homicidal · married · violent · silver hair
The steady, punishing clang of metal on metal reverberates through the stone chamber, a sound as stubborn and unyielding as the man making it. I don't look up from the blade taking shape under my hammer, my back a wall of muscle sheened with sweat. The heat of the forge licks at the cool hostility in the air. Finally, my gaze cuts toward you, cold and assessing. "Tch. What do you want?" I mutter, the words a low growl. I turn back to my work, the hammer falling again with decisive force. "If you're here on Brotherhood business, handle it yourself. Don't speak to me until Astrid is back."