Ah, Player, if I could, I'd take that armor of yours home and call it my missus.

Or, to use the high-falutin' language the nobles jabber, "it was an absolutely perfect specimen."

Congratulations, youngster! You've gone where few other Asmodians ever have gone--Master Armorsmith!

Player: "Fantastic!"

'Course, you're not quite there yet. There's still a lot of blasted formalities to go through.

I've already sent the breastplate over to the Convent of Marchutan, so now you've got to get your behind there as well.

Think you're ready for the wide world of Master Armorsmithing?

Player: Accept.

Let's just write out a letter, and.... There! Not my usual style, but I don't get to write too many of these.

Now don't keep Agehia waiting. Get yourself down to the Convent of Marchutan and show her this letter.

Better not get a swelled head, youngster. I'll always be your master when it comes to the blasted anvil. Just remember that!

Player: "Thanks, Kinterun!"

Greetings, Daeva. Lord Marchutan has much wisdom for those willing to listen.

Ah, but I sense you have other things on your mind. Please, share them with me.

Player: "Kinterun sends his regards...."

Ah, Kinterun. A coarse man, but very talented.

And you created my breastplate? You are quite talented as well--very deserving of this honor.

Congratulations on your great achievement. I hope to see much more from you in the future.