Welcome to Verteron, Player. I see you've brought your own armour. That's a relief.

Our local Guardians whine about theirs all the time. Too old, too ragged, doesn't fit properly... I know, I know--soldiers complaining about their kit, what else is new?

But the fact is, they're right. By now, most of them are wearing pieces someone else died in. That's bad for morale. I ordered more, but it hasn't arrived yet.
I placed the order to purchase the armour with Trade Broker Gaurinerk.

The Shugos are usually trustworthy traders. Their goods are always of good quality, so we’ve been trading with them for years.

But this time we’re already two weeks past the delivery date, and I still haven’t heard anything.
Nothing like this has ever happened before. We must have a problem.

Could you go to Gaurinerk and find out what’s wrong?
Thank you very much. Help us get new armour before we depart to destroy the Tursin Outpost.

If Gaurinerk says anything else, show him this Delivery Bill. Everything’s detailed here, so he can have no excuses.

If that doesn’t work, threaten him with a trade ban on the fortress.
What can Sagirunerk do for Daeva? No goods here for you just yet, nyerk.

Can't open shop to general public now. Only importing high quality goods for Guardians!


Ack! Poor Sagirunerk lost sleep worrying over Hyacinte's order! Can't afford to lose business from big-spender Guardians when just starting out!

Anyway, Nadaelo was supposed to make armour--we supply materials, wait, and nothing!

Kind Daeva, will you go to Nadaelo and find out what happened? I have asked again and again...always nothing. Take this. This was agreement Nadaelo made with Sagirunerk. See? You take this, shove in his face, be big scary Daeva!


See this, [%userclass]? This is armour made in the traditional Verteron style--Starturtle Shell and Starcrab Carapace on the outside, dense padding on the inside. You won't get through that with an ordinary blade.

This set's not for sale, I'm afraid. I would make more, but I've got no decent materials.

The Shugos keep pushing cracked shells and shoddy carapaces on me, pressuring me to work with them. There's nothing to be made from that junk, though.
Ah, that's what brings you here.

I can't believe they sent a Daeva to deal with this. Don't you have more important things to do?