Twenty generations of Omosh have held this hammer, <name>. A hundred thousand tons of metal we have molded. Tragically, it all ends at Orokk, failure of the Omosh: Without kin and incapable of producing offspring.
I cannot let the secret recipes of Omosh die with me! Someone must continue the legacy, Omosh or not!
Prove to Orokk you are capable, <name>. Bring for Orokk the following: Two patterned bronze bracers, two bronze greatswords, and two sharp claws. Bring them for Orokk and we shall continue.
The bloodline will fade but perhaps the legend of Omosh will continue!
You have proven that you are a blacksmith, <name>. For the blacksmith the reward is the satisfaction of seeing their weapons and armors coated in the blood of their enemies!
May the breastplates you create for the generations ahead be drenched in the blood of your enemies!