Dirkog Steelhand, Plane of Sky

"Leave me be, ye orc kissin' son o' Innoruuk!"

"Eh? Ye say that ye ain't one o' the cursed dark elf dogs? Well then, laddie, are ye ready to get started or are ye here fer somethin' else??"

"Eh, lad? What was that? Ye wish to hear o' holy swords? Well, lad, I ain't the one ye be needin' t' talk to!"

"A follower o' the water god he be, an' one o' the most powerful holy knights e'er to walk Norrath. His name be Inte Akera, an' he kin tell ye what ye be wantin' t' know."

"Ah, I see ye wish t' speak with him! Why didn't ye say that earlier, laddie? It would've saved ye some trouble! If ye wish to speak with him, ye must donate some spare change t' me ale.. er, t' me holy crusade fund! Well, lad, what d' ye say?"

"Eh? Oh, 500 platinum will be plenty, laddie!"

"Well then! You best go out an get me a silvery girdle, a diaphanous globe, an a ivory sky diamond! Come on back with them and you'll get a nice belt."

"There ya go laddie!"

"Thank ye, laddie! He's awaitin' ya up top!"

"What am I supposed to do with these?"