Flames o' the forge, Player--you've done me proud. Learned all you need to know--and learned it well.

Time to send you off to the governor.

Player: "The governor? Why?"

Governor's the only one who can officially recognize you. Name you an Expert for all the world to see.

Sharding Pandaemonium will be breathing down your neck--for supplies and the like. But you'll earn your keep, sure.

Ready for it?

Player: Accept.

I'll write a recommendation letter to that fledgling, Governor Vidar. I was pounding iron when he was in diapers.

Any road, give him the letter, and he'll convene an appointment ceremony for you.

Player: "Thank you! Thank you so much."

I've got my hands full here.

If you can't wait, go see Skadi or Kvasir.

Player: "I have this letter...."

Ah... Well, Master Kinterun certainly sings your praises, Player. He obviously believes you've earned the title of Expert. Congratulations!

I charge you with making armor as strong as it is beautiful, in tribute to Azphel and Aion for the glory and victory of Asmodae. Bring honor to the title, to your teacher, and to yourself.

I hope you'll continue to study with Master Kinterun and become a Master yourself someday. Now, prepare to receive your title.