You're beginning to make a name for yourself crafting metal armor. It's rare to find someone with such an innate feel for their materials and craft.

Your work is of the highest caliber. I would be proud to put my own name to it, though I have a feeling you would object!

I must be honest, though. There is something I have to ask you, a favor of sorts.

Player: "Name it!"

I need someone to deliver these Titanium Handguards to Minon in the Abyss.

I would go myself but your skills as a [%userclass] make you the ideal candidate.

Minon seemed particularly eager to get hold of these gloves. Times are hard in the Abyss. Supplies are being whittled away as we speak and the merchants are really feeling the strain. What do you think? Will you help?

Player: Accept.

Thank you! I can't tell you how relieved Minon will be...but you'll find out for yourself soon.

Look! I had such confidence in you that I've packed them
already!

Please, take them to Minon without delay! The crisis in the Abyss deepens with every passing moment.

Player: "I will seek out Minon right away."

I know, I know... My stock is not what it used to be!

If you visit other stores in the Abyss, you'll find it's just the same. War is the greediest customer a merchant can ever have. Its hunger seems insatiable.

What little I have is here for you to see.

Player: "I have a package from Vulcanus."

At last! I'm sorry for being so brusque. Manners are the first things to go in this place!

Brigade General Sakmis ordered me to deliver these Titanium Handguards today. Your timing couldn't be better. Well, not unless you'd come yesterday...

But you're here now and I owe you my thanks. Please, take this as payment. I understand that nothing comes without cost. I am a merchant, after all.