Where It All Begins Again

Ah, there you are, young one.

There's something I'd like to discuss, drop by when you have a moment to spare.

Is something wrong?

Call it the meddling of an old-timer, but when I see a fledgling taking their first steps, I just can't help but lend a hand.

Here's a piece of advice from someone who's worked more forges than she can count: tomorrow's journey begins with today's preparation. Come. There's something I want to show you.

Well, if even Lunosmith says so, we'd best get ready!

What's this?

Ah, you came. Good timing, the forge is just at the right temperature, and these old bones could use the stretch.

That sword of yours gave me quite the spark of inspiration. Let me show you what these hands can still do.

It's done.

Wow...! That was amazing!

Don't fret. This one's on the house, a special service, just this once.

Of course. It was crafted for you, after all.

It may not outshine your original blade, but I'd say it's one of my finest.

Thank you, Lunosmith. But... why go out of your way to make this for me? I already...

A weapon is a young adventurer's most faithful companion. You should never be caught unprepared.

I've seen more youngsters like you than I can count, some faded into quiet obscurity, others became legends of Atlasia. But they all began the same: curious, reckless, full of fire and far too little caution.

That's why a dependable weapon matters, it tempers the heat of youth and steadies hands not yet tested by time.

You may not need it now, but keep it close as a spare. Think of it as advice from an old-timer.

I... I will. Thank you.

If you come across any fine materials or new blueprints on your journey, bring them to me. I'll forge something new for you.

As for this one... if the day ever comes when it dulls, chips, or even breaks, bring it back to me. I'll reforge it, no matter how long it's been.

Just promise me this: whenever you hold it, remember what stirred your heart to set out in the first place.

I will wield it with care. You have my word.

Aww... That look in your eyes, you don't see that often in young folk anymore.

...

Er... Lunosmith? You've gone all quiet and weird. Is something wrong?

Mm? Oh, it's nothing. Just... an old memory.

Say, young one... could you do me a favour?

Of course. What is it?

If, on your journey, you happen to see, or hear of, a sword the colour of flame... let me know.

Is that one of your creations too?

I believe so. But when I forged it... who I made it for... I can't seem to recall.

All I remember is that blazing red. Like fire. And a feeling... that I must find it.

Even rumours would help. Please, keep an ear out for me.

Understood. I'll keep watch.

That's enough rambling from an old-timer. A new miracle's about to begin, may all of Atlasia bear witness to your journey.

Ah, there you are, young one.

There's something I'd like to discuss, drop by when you have a moment to spare.

Is something wrong?

Call it the meddling of an old-timer, but when I see a fledgling taking their first steps, I just can't help but lend a hand.

Here's a piece of advice from someone who's worked more forges than she can count: tomorrow's journey begins with today's preparation. Come. There's something I want to show you.

Well, if even Lunosmith says so, we'd best get ready!

What's this?

Ah, you came. Good timing, the forge is just at the right temperature, and these old bones could use the stretch.

That sword of yours gave me quite the spark of inspiration. Let me show you what these hands can still do.

It's done.

Wow...! That was amazing!

Don't fret. This one's on the house, a special service, just this once.

Of course. It was crafted for you, after all.

It may not outshine your original blade, but I'd say it's one of my finest.

Thank you, Lunosmith. But... why go out of your way to make this for me? I already...

A weapon is a young adventurer's most faithful companion. You should never be caught unprepared.

I've seen more youngsters like you than I can count, some faded into quiet obscurity, others became legends of Atlasia. But they all began the same: curious, reckless, full of fire and far too little caution.

That's why a dependable weapon matters, it tempers the heat of youth and steadies hands not yet tested by time.

You may not need it now, but keep it close as a spare. Think of it as advice from an old-timer.

I... I will. Thank you.

If you come across any fine materials or new blueprints on your journey, bring them to me. I'll forge something new for you.

As for this one... if the day ever comes when it dulls, chips, or even breaks, bring it back to me. I'll reforge it, no matter how long it's been.

Just promise me this: whenever you hold it, remember what stirred your heart to set out in the first place.

I will wield it with care. You have my word.

Aww... That look in your eyes, you don't see that often in young folk anymore.

...

Er... Lunosmith? You've gone all quiet and weird. Is something wrong?

Mm? Oh, it's nothing. Just... an old memory.

Say, young one... could you do me a favour?

Of course. What is it?

If, on your journey, you happen to see, or hear of, a sword the colour of flame... let me know.

Is that one of your creations too?

I believe so. But when I forged it... who I made it for... I can't seem to recall.

All I remember is that blazing red. Like fire. And a feeling... that I must find it.

Even rumours would help. Please, keep an ear out for me.

Understood. I'll keep watch.

That's enough rambling from an old-timer. A new miracle's about to begin, may all of Atlasia bear witness to your journey.

Ah, there you are, young one.

There's something I'd like to discuss, drop by when you have a moment to spare.

Is something wrong?

Call it the meddling of an old-timer, but when I see a fledgling taking their first steps, I just can't help but lend a hand.

Here's a piece of advice from someone who's worked more forges than she can count: tomorrow's journey begins with today's preparation. Come. There's something I want to show you.

Well, if even Lunosmith says so, we'd best get ready!

What's this?

Ah, you came. Good timing, the forge is just at the right temperature, and these old bones could use the stretch.

That sword of yours gave me quite the spark of inspiration. Let me show you what these hands can still do.

It's done.

Wow...! That was amazing!

Don't fret. This one's on the house, a special service, just this once.

Of course. It was crafted for you, after all.

It may not outshine your original blade, but I'd say it's one of my finest.

Thank you, Lunosmith. But... why go out of your way to make this for me? I already...

A weapon is a young adventurer's most faithful companion. You should never be caught unprepared.

I've seen more youngsters like you than I can count, some faded into quiet obscurity, others became legends of Atlasia. But they all began the same: curious, reckless, full of fire and far too little caution.

That's why a dependable weapon matters, it tempers the heat of youth and steadies hands not yet tested by time.

You may not need it now, but keep it close as a spare. Think of it as advice from an old-timer.

I... I will. Thank you.

If you come across any fine materials or new blueprints on your journey, bring them to me. I'll forge something new for you.

As for this one... if the day ever comes when it dulls, chips, or even breaks, bring it back to me. I'll reforge it, no matter how long it's been.

Just promise me this: whenever you hold it, remember what stirred your heart to set out in the first place.

I will wield it with care. You have my word.

Aww... That look in your eyes, you don't see that often in young folk anymore.

...

Er... Lunosmith? You've gone all quiet and weird. Is something wrong?

Mm? Oh, it's nothing. Just... an old memory.

Say, young one... could you do me a favour?

Of course. What is it?

If, on your journey, you happen to see, or hear of, a sword the colour of flame... let me know.

Is that one of your creations too?

I believe so. But when I forged it... who I made it for... I can't seem to recall.

All I remember is that blazing red. Like fire. And a feeling... that I must find it.

Even rumours would help. Please, keep an ear out for me.

Understood. I'll keep watch.

That's enough rambling from an old-timer. A new miracle's about to begin, may all of Atlasia bear witness to your journey.