Sure...I can repair that Siel's Supreme Polearm of yours...make it sing again. But it won't be easy.

To restore its powers to full bloom will take quite a bit of work, and some pretty rare materials.

Tell you what...if you can get me the material I need, I'll fix up your polearm and make it hum with power once again.

Player: "Whatever you need, I'll find it."

I'm glad to see you're a Daeva who knows a good weapon when he sees one.

I'll fix this old gal up in no time...it'll be the strongest weapon out there on the battlefield again.

But I get to keep what's left of the material after! You get it, I fix your polearm for free, and I get some rare metal. We have ourselves a deal, Daeva?

Player: Accept.

What I'm going to need for you to get is very rare...and very old. Ever heard of Noxallon Ingots? It's probably a little before your time.

It's a special ore that was birthed when the great Lady Siel fought Tiamat before the Cataclysm. Their energies produced an immense heat that turned coal into this special ore.

The only soul around here who has some is Honeus. He fashioned them into ingots. You'll probably have to do a favor for him, but he should give you one in return.

Player: "Then I'll go see Honeus."

You're back so soon, Player? I'm glad I had the coals and fire warming since you left. I can get right to work now.

Let me see the Noxallon Ingot and your polearm, and I'll start the process.

Player: "Here's the ingot and polearm."

You're as slow as every other Daeva, Player! You think the world should always wait for you, eh?

I tell you that I'll fix your weapon at no cost whatsoever...just to bring out its original power and honor the craftsmanship of my ancestors!

But you went sightseeing instead. One more chance, Player. Go see Honeus and bring back the Noxallon Ingot. And remember--they need to be in your CUBE. Can't fix a weapon you're holding, can I?

Player: "A Daeva has many duties!"

It's been a long, long time since I've held a Noxallon Ingot in my hands...felt the vibrations it gives off...that strange warmth.

(He places the Noxallon Ingot in a forge and tempers the polearm.)

There we go, Daeva. Didn't take long at all, did it? Give it a swing...feel that difference? Your polearm is alive once again! It is now a Noble Siel's Supreme Polearm!