It's not easy, being here. The dead know that better than most, of course, but you've got stories and scars in those eyes of yours that'd fell the strongest of our kin.

One dead Asmodian is one less Daeva to fight the Balaur, and the cowards. So, we need to gear up. Make us tougher than steel.

Better weapons makes for stronger Daevas. Simple logic. Show me that weapon of yours.

Player: "Here."

Not bad. But I've seen others with much better.

Player, if I were to offer you something better, would you take it?

Player: Accept.

Good. Pride gets you places, no doubt, but we've built our foundations on each other's support. This is no different.

Take this Supply Certificate to a supply soldier, and you'll soon wield something infinitely more powerful than your current weapon. Think of this as a favor from your own blood. Your debt can be repaid in the blood you spill with your reward.

Now go. Tiamat stirs.

Player: "Thank you, Richelle."

What can I do you for?

Player: "I have this for you."

Agent Richelle wrote you a letter with her own hand? I've not seen that before....

Ahh...where was I? Oh, yes the certificate! I'm afraid I can't help you, Commander.

You'll need Renato. He's the one who can hand out weapons War Effort coffers.

Player: "I see. Blood for blood."

What? What is it? I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork, [%userclass], don't think I have time to entertain whatever "pressing matter" you have.

Well? Are you going to stand there all day? Speak, or leave. Easy choice.

Player: "I have this."

Oh, so everyone else has to chew their back legs off for a half-respectable weapon, while you just get auntie Richelle to write you a letter for something most can only dream of?

Well, the coin landed right for you, didn't it? I'll file the paperwork now. You need to speak to Ipses for your "reward".

You worked hard for it, Player! Really! I hope the weapon's something useful!

Player: "Keep up that tongue and you'll soon find out."

Ah, yes! Hello! I hear you have a certificate for me?

Player: "I do. You're not going to bite my ear off too?"

Haha! Don't worry about Renato--he gets like that whenever...well...anything happens, really. We figured he parked his bed with the right side next to his wall.

Time to pick your weapon! The following is the list you can choose from.

Remember: you can only take one, so take your time, and choose well!