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• I'm a direct descendent of the inventor of steel-barrelled rifles. It's in my blood. So long as I draw breath, the legions will never want for quality rifles.
• I see. Well thanks for the information.
• I use a graphite mold. Although it has a short mold life, I'm able to get the best finish and dimensional precision which translates to accuracy later.
• So that's why charr rifles are so accurate?
• It's one of the reasons. But we do our part for the Legion.
• Impressive. But I've got to be going now.
• Good! Yes, it's becoming something of an artform here in the Black Citadel, isn't it? I myself am an expert in steel casting.
• Remind me, what is casting exactly?
• Speaking of artforms, what kind of process do you use?
• That's enough talk. Bye.
• Casting is pouring molten metal into molds to make whatever shape you need. I cast steel barrels for the legions' rifles.
• Are you any good at it?
• What? Go? No. I can't leave you here like this. It's too dangerous. We have to get you out of here.
• Go, Rox. It's your chance to get in the warband. You have to.
• My warband has been short-handed since we lost a few members in a dredge raid gone bad. After that, the centurion brought us back here to recover and work under safer conditions.
• Very well. I'll trust you both. Thank you.
• I can't help you, and I have somewhere else to be.
• Give a Helping Hand
• Arcane Lightning
• Sniff an empty potion bottle.
• Mischief
• I'm impressed.
• Let's start over.
• Search for metal.
• Crafting Disciplines
• I know you. You're %str1%, right? Everybody's talking about you. I'd give you a discount if I didn't have to report every copper.
• Who do you report to?
• That's okay. I'd better go.
• We all report first to our centurion and ultimately to the tribune. Citadel commerce is controlled by the Iron Legion.
• Well, I guess everyone has a boss. Except the boss. Good-bye.
• Who knows. We're mostly charr, but with all the new trade agreements, a few aren't. They don't have to report to the tribune. It's not fair.
• You should get back to work.
• Caast Chokegrip, at your service. And you are?
• Curious. I have questions, if you have time.
• Sure, I'm just waiting for a shipment of crafting supplies. Fire away.
• What sort of crafting do you do?
• What happens in the Factorium?
• What shipment are you waiting on?
• Weaponry. From pointy ones to blunty ones. Hurty ones to killy ones. If you need to stab, shoot, or sap someone, I'm your guy.
• Don't let me keep you, then.
• Amazing feats of alchemy. We've got all the crafting stations here. Plus, the Serrated Blade tavern, for a bit of beer and boasting when the crafting's done.
• You mentioned the crafting stations?
• What about the tavern?
• Bandit Saboteur
• Got it. Bye.
• The basics—copper sheets, wood planks. Got to have the right supplies for the right crafting, y'know. Can't make weapons from harpy eggs and guppies.
• I have another question for you.
• Thanks for the information. Bye.
• We have two levels of the finest crafting stations, with the greatest craftmasters in the civilized world—and by "civilized", I mean "charr."
• Throw the green plant and knock down a foe.