You're a new face. No matter, it's all the same.

Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing.

I see you've noticed the chains. Nothing special. I'm a prisoner^[1], and these are my chains.

I'm trapped by the Hold^[2], undying, smithing for you fools. That's all there is to it.

Nah, don't read too much into it. I've no grudge against you.

My being a prisoner is no fault of yours. Besides, I don't mind smithing.

Despite my differences, the weapons get stronger, all the same.

Given time, technique never fails.

Besides, it helps me forget. The sheer terror of her...