Diggins, Kaladim

"How is life treating you, bud? What are you doing around the mines? Either you are a [member of 628] or you are lost. If you are lost, I can't help you. I ain't no guide."

"Don't take this personally, but I can't quite trust you with such matters. Maybe a few less Butcherblock bandits would prove your worth."

"Consider this both a favor and a test. I couldn't rest at night knowing that someone carrying around my secrets was anything less than proficient at smithin'. On top of that, relics crafted by the infamous ______ will make some fine conversation pieces I think. Ha ha. If that isn't clear enough for ye, I'd like ye to demonstrate your skill with forge and a hammer. Here's a list of items that ye can make for me. Seal them up in this satchel when you're done and bring them back to me, lad."

"Fine job, ______. I knew ye had the burning fire of a smith ragin' inside ye. These little relics are going on my mantle, or I may sell em. Not sure yet.' He sets the items aside, 'Now, sit fer a spell and allow me to tell ye what you need to know. It should go without sayin', ______, that a fine blade is crafted with the best metals possible. Any fool knows that. What ye don't know is that the lightest and sturdiest stuff to be found is an alloy called Velixite. With a few pounds of raw Velixite you could truly forge a blade to be feared. Give me jes' a moment while I take down some notes in your journal, ______. There ye are, all done!"