Marvellous, Daeva!

You've earned Expert ranking through focus, blazing passion, and plain Asmodian stubbornness. I like that.

You're no longer my apprentice. I've naught more to teach.

• "That's an honour, Master."

Not "Master." Just Logi. You've earned the right.

You're not a simple crafter or smith any more. Your proper title is "Weaponsmithing Expert."

There's only the ceremony 'til it's official.

• Accept.
• Decline.

Good. You must be formally recognised by Governor Vidar. He'll hold a small ceremony, and you'll be done.

My letter of recommendation and off you go. You're cluttering up my forge.

• "Shadows bless you, Logi."

Weaponsmithing Master Logi declared you an Expert. See Governor Vidar for an appointment ceremony.

What is it, Daeva? I have much on my mind.

I'd rather you speak to Skadi or Kvasir.

• "Logi sends this...."

Daeva, you're an exemplary Asmodian. Where others make their names in battle, the many blades you forge win a hundred battles and make a hundred names.

You put claws in Asmodian hands, fangs in our mouths. You hone our bloodlust to a killing edge to cleave through our enemies and free Asmodae! Congratulations!

Now return to Logi. Together, you'll create weapons that Zikel himself would proudly wield.

Weaponsmithing Master Logi has nothing more to teach you. You have reached the level of Expert.

Given his recommendation, Governor Vidar bestowed your title.