Plenty of Daevas can land hammer on anvil, but you've a real eye for Armoursmithing, Daeva. Knew you had potential right off, just the look in your eyes working the bloody bellows!

But the test is in the tempering...

You ready for real work?

• "The task is mine!"

Right. Make me Kinterun's Noble Breastplate. Oh, it takes more than blasted talent to be the best! You need grit and passion as well.

But unless the fumes have finally rotted my brain, you have 'em.

One warning, though. If you're studying to be a bloody Armoursmithing Expert, you work at it till you're done. All the other crafts can wait. And then, you get one more. One. Clear?

• Accept.
• Decline.

Grupaks has the design. You'll find it more complex and more subtle than the Kinterun’s Noble Breastplate design.

It's a right slog, but afterward? It'll be useful, beautiful, and fit to last the bloody ages!

Now make that blasted Kinterun's Noble Breastplate!

• "Where's the balflamed hammer?"

Kinterun is testing your zeal for Armoursmithing. Make Kinterun's Noble Breastplate.

Oi, Daeva!

Made Kinterun's Noble Breastplate already?

Bloody scales, that's fast!

• "Is this right?"

No, not yet. No worries, youngster! I poured two blasted days of sweat on my first one.

Keep your coals hot and your water pure. It'll come.

Well? What're you standing there for?

• "Where's my blasted charcoal?"

Daeva, you DARE show yer face?

I bloody warned you, you don't take my Expert exams if you're taking someone else's! I said you'd eat my blasted hammer if you did, and DON'T think I couldn't make you swallow it!

You'll be lucky to ever touch my forges with your thrice-drakflamed hands again! Out of my SIGHT!

• "Kinterun, I'm sorry..."

Oh, bloody beautiful!

The shine of Balaur fire, and the strength of Asmodian spirit. And I'm not one for words. I-- I have dust in my eye....

Daeva, you've not just passion but masterful skill.

Kinterun noted your gift for Armoursmithing, and set you a test: make Kinterun's Noble Breastplate.

When he saw your work, he was so moved by its quality he stopped swearing. He claimed there was "something in his eye."