Heavy footsteps arrive outside the smithy and come to a stop, with a quiet mutter into the crystal: Barrow has arrived, as he informs Carsus, and won't be proceeding any further until he gets an idea of what he's walking into. Stealth, as one might imagine, has never been his strong point.

He wears a leather jerkin from the sparring pitch, too tight for him but better than nothing, laced as loosely as possible over his linen shirt and still all but bursting at the seams. But the last time he went into battle without armor, it... well. Was Granitefell.