Marvelous, Player!

You've earned Expert ranking through focus, blazing passion, and plain Asmodian stubbornness. I like that.

You're no longer my apprentice. I've naught more to teach.

Player: "That's an honor, Master."

Not "Master." Just Logi. You've earned the right.

You're not a simple crafter or smith any more. Your proper title is "Weaponsmithing Expert."

There's only the ceremony 'til it's official.

Player: Accept.

Good. You must be formally recognized by Governor Vidar. He'll hold a small ceremony, and you'll be done.

My letter of recommendation and off you go. You're cluttering up my forge.

Player: "Shadows bless you, Logi."

What is it, [%userclass]? I have much on my mind.

I'd rather you speak to Skadi or Kvasir.

Player: "Logi sends this...."

Player, you're an exemplary Asmodian. Where others make their names in battle, the many blades you forge win a hundred battles and make a hundred names.

You put claws in Asmodian hands, fangs in our mouths. You hone our bloodlust to a killing edge to cleave through our enemies and free Asmodae! Congratulations!

Now return to Logi. Together, you'll create weapons that Zikel himself would proudly wield.