The Business of Blacksmithing
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The Business of Blacksmithing
- Quest giver
- Brithael
- Location
- Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks (X:10, Y:14)
- Class
- Blacksmith
- Level
- 15
- Required items
- 1
Bronze Spatha
1
Spiked Bronze Labrys - Experience
12,960- Gil
382- Previous quest
Riveting Ramblings- Next quest
- By the Sweat of Your Brow
- Patch
- 2.0
“Forgemaster Brithael seems upset. Perhaps there is something you can do to help.
— In-game description
Rewards
- In addition to the above, choose one of the following options:
Steps
- Speak with Faezahr.
- Deliver a bronze spatha and a spiked bronze labrys to Faezahr.
Journal
- Forgemaster Brithael seems upset. Perhaps there is something you can do to help.
- Forgemaster Brithael has no interest in matters of coin, but has nevertheless been ordered by Forgemaster H'naanza of the Armorers' Guild to find a way to increase exports to Gridania. This requires him to work closely with a trader named Faezahr, whom he seems loath to meet. Speak with the merchant outside the guild on the forgemaster's behalf.
- Faezahr wastes no time explaining how best to approach the Gridanians. However, before he will agree to negotiate on the guild's behalf, he requires samples of merchandise to present to potential buyers. Craft a bronze spatha and a spiked bronze labrys for the seasoned trader.
- Having initially dismissed you as a mere errand girl, Faezahr is impressed by the quality of your craftsmanship, and readily agrees to present the weapons you made to his Gridanian contacts.
Dialogue
Brithael: Ah, hells—not now, lad/lass! Can't ye see I'm strugglin' with a matter o' great import? Brithael: Bein' forgemaster ain't all drink an' debauchery—'specially when H'naanza's breathin' down me neck. Brithael: We're a business, she says, an' it's our job to ensure Naldiq & Vymelli's stays profitable or some such bollocks. Brithael: To which I says, "Now look here, ye greedy shrew—we're makin' a mint off our commission from the Maelstrom, ain't we!?" Well, I mayn't've said shrew... Anyroad, the greedy shrew then starts yatterin' on about expandin' into new bleedin' markets... Brithael: Says we should be sellin' more to the treefolk in Gridania—says I should be the one to develop a "plan of action." Brithael: Seven hells, lad/lass—I'm a smitty, not a merchant! I've never even been to bleedin' Gridania! Brithael: Oh, an' it gets worse. See, we need a man with connections, don't we—someone as can make arrangements with the treefolk. Brithael: So H'naanza goes an' finds one—right clever bastard by the sound of it—an' orders me to go an' meet him. So I goes an' meets him, only to find it's none other than bleedin' Faezahr. An' I'd sooner bash me own teeth in than talk to that piece o'— Brithael: Wait a minute! I know how to deal with this! You can talk to him! Ye'll help ol' Brithael handle this Gridanian nonsense, won't ye? 'Course ye will! Go on then, chop-chop!
Speaking to Faezahr
Faezahr: Here on Brithael's behalf, you say? I might've guessed... Faezahr: <spit> That whoreson doesn't realize the trouble he's in. Faezahr: ...Well, it's his neck.
I'll work with you, smith, and I'll even keep my diction simple. Taking instruction from that drunkard will have dulled your wits. Now listen. Faezahr: Dealing with Gridanians is no different from dealing with anyone else. Everyone has needs—it's just a matter of identifying and fulfilling them. Faezahr: Anyone with half a brain—which discounts your mentor—knows that the forestborn do not want for wood or leather goods. You'd have more luck selling brine to a fishback. Faezahr: What they do lack is steel. Faezahr: Theirs is an insular, isolated nation that has long sought to survive without relying overmuch on foreign trade. Faezahr: But the Calamity changed all that. Faezahr: Half a decade on, and with no end to the rebuilding in sight, they have been forced to open their gates to adventurers. And where there are adventurers, there's demand for weapons and armor. Faezahr: Quality weapons and armor, mind you. My Gridanian contacts would accept nothing less. Faezahr: I will need some samples to show them. Bring me a bronze spatha and a spiked bronze labrys for this purpose.
Delivering items to Faezahr
Faezahr: Bring me a bronze spatha and a spiked bronze labrys. Until I have them in my hands, we've nothing more to discuss.
Cutscene
Faezahr: Hmmm. These will require closer inspection. Inside, smith. Faezahr: You made these weapons? I must confess, the quality is quite good... Faezahr: I thought you no more than Brithael's errand boy/girl, but it seems I was wrong. Only a true smith could have made these pieces. Faezahr: As I rather suspect you are aware, a poorly wrought weapon can cost a man his life. Be it brittle, prone to blunting, or unevenly weighted, every flaw will serve to hinder its owner on the battlefield. Faezahr: Not so this spatha. Well-tempered and perfectly balanced, it is a weapon fit for a warrior. Hells, with a blade like this, even I could probably best a beast or two. Faezahr: And this labrys is a work of art as well. Simple, solid, and more than capable of cleaving a fishback in two. Faezahr: If even a relative newcomer to the guild can produce work of this quality, then my contacts will have naught to worry about. These samples should convince them of that. Faezahr: ...It seems you've saved your mentor's job. Faezahr: You just leave the rest to me, smith. There's nothing easier than selling an excellent product.