Not bad, Player. Not bad at all. The armour you make? It's perfect. Bloody perfect.

I had high hopes for you, but to reach Expert so quickly?

I've no more to teach you.


You should have the title to match your skills.

"Armoursmithing Expert." Not fancy, grant you, but if we wanted fancy titles, we'd be Elyos!

How about it, eh? Up for a ceremony?


Right, then. Governor Vidar needs to grant your title.

I'll write you out a commendation letter for that formality. Then you visit Vidar, receive your title and attend the appointment ceremony. Don't worry. It's short.
I warn you, I'm very busy right now.

Unless this requires my personal attention, bring it to Skadi or Kvasir.
Aah, excellent, Player! Most excellent. If Master Kinterun says so, you must be talented.

I am no word-smith, Player. I have no flowery speech prepared. Know only this--it is your armour that turns the claws of our foes. High walls and towers defend us here, but in the Abyss, armour is the only defence! Few will meet the Daeva who saves their life, but I thank you.

Master Kinterun has the worst manners in the city, but his talents are supreme, and you are the proof of that.