Daeva, I hope that you have rested. I have summoned you once more so we may continue to instate you as an Empyrean Lord's Protector.

Some lesser Daevas find our process too long and arduous. They say that we seem overly concerned with looking fashionable.

How naive, but perhaps it is better to leave our naysayers in the dark. Argon shall assist you in the next fitting.

Player: Accept

The first strike in battle is not made with a swords or bullets, but with appearances.

Kaisinel, our Lord of Illusion, knows this above all. When your enemy sees your fine outfit, they know that you hold yourself in regard. They see that you live a life of discipline.

I can clearly see that you need my help. Come, Daeva, let me see your hands.

Player: "Very well."

Cuticles dry and nails so overgrown and split that you could infiltrate the trogs. These are the hands of a butcher, not a Protector.

Have faith, Player. I've handled more hopeless cases. Bring me multiple Kaisinel's Patterns of Tenacity and I shall craft you a fine set of Daevanion gloves.

My assistant, Machina, will tell you where to find a Kaisinel's Pattern of Tenacity. Oh, and Daeva? Maybe wash your hands once in a while.

Player: "Thank you."

You will need a Kaisinel's Pattern of Tenacity for the Daevanion gloves.

Do you have the pattern ready?

Player: "Here it is."

Excellent work, Daeva.

As you wear these gloves and act for Kaisinel, remember that a fighter is not necessarily a killer. Don't sully these gloves with needless blood.

Now, let us begin.

Player: "I am ready."

Kaisinel's Pattern of Tenacity doesn't act or bless on its own power. It takes its meaning from the Daeva who found it.

Your soul and actions have already made their mark on Atreia. Now, let us infuse these gloves with the same.

Player: "Here you are."

(Argon clenches his jaw as he eagerly embroiders Kaisinel's Pattern of Tenacity on the gloves.)

(A vibrant flame glows brightly along the patterns engraved on the gloves, nearly blinding you both. The light dulls and finally fades away.)

Player: "Wow."

You look impressed, as you should be. Wielding a needle is every bit as difficult as wielding a sword.

I believe you know what to do next. Take these gloves to Rike for the Daevanion ritual. Sun's blessings.

Player: "Sun's blessings."

(Rike closes her eyes and reaches out with her hands while chanting a musical spell.)

(With a flare of heat, glowing tendrils of light reach outward from your body to form a mass of energy in front of Rike's hands.)

(Rike raises her hands, directing the glowing energy floats into the Daevanion gloves. They gracefully drop into your outstretched hands, still warm from the infusion.)