The young Bosmer was obviously struggling, as she tried her best to carry the large sack, filled with ingots and old weapons. She dragged to the smithy, and looked around. "Anybody here? Got some old stuff for ya, skyforge steel an all that... Wondered if I could sell 'em~..." With a puzzled expression in her face, she put down the sack, and wandered around, searching for the one tending the smithy.
"Anybody here! 'Course there is!" He strolled up to the female elf, arms folded per usual. "Tryin' to offload yer crap on me, huh? Alright alright, take me to the goods. We can bring it inside." The actual forge was located outside, for obvious reasons. But most business would be done inside. "An' welcome to Shakh's Shack by the way, but I bet you knew that already."