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Who goes there?! Have you come to pull me out? Well, save your strength. You can't handle me yet! Plus, the world is at peace. So leave me be!

*zzz...zznerk...* On the fated day, at the fated hour...a hero comes... with a noble purpose... *zzzzz...*

You! You're a Blacksmith, aren't you?! It's been ages since I was visited by a Blacksmith! Mostly it's those burly Mercenaries with their bulging muscles and fancy moves and shiny armor. Tell me, friend...what news of the outside world? Are we at war? Is there peace? I must know!

I'm so glad you took the time to humor me and let me gab a bit. I get kind of lonely sometimes... I'd like to repay you somehow. Tell you what. Become an Expert Blacksmith, and we'll chat again. I'll give you a vital bit of info I've gleaned from my many long years spent as a sword.

My friend! You reached the rank of Expert! Permit me to offer you a reward! You have traveled far by foot to pay these little visits to me. Please take this stone as a token of my regard for your friendship, noble Expert.

I am bound to wait here for centuries until the noble hero comes at last. Who says so? Why, my creator, of course. The one who forged me. And who's that? Sorry. That's top secret. How about this: if you can match my creator in your Life ranking, I'll tell you. How's that for fair?

You reached the Master rank? That's amazing! Most high-level Blacksmiths spend years and years honing their craft... I usually think of Masters as grizzled and old...yet here you stand, fresh as a daisy! My, my! OK, then, Master Blacksmith. Here's some juicy info about ME. I am a mystical sword of noble origin. The king of Castele himself had me forged by special request. And I am to wait here until the fated hero comes... On the fated day, at the fated hour...with a noble purpose...

I am to wait here until the fated hero comes... On the fated day, at the fated hour...with a noble purpose... But to be honest, I'm not really sure what that means.

To think...you have caught up to my creator! You are truly skilled, my friend. Now then, as promised, I shall reveal to you the identity of my creator! He is the Ironsmith! And I am his greatest work. I'm wedged in here so tightly, only a true hero can draw me out! What's your greatest creation, I wonder. If you don't mind, would you consider reviving a great friend of mine? She is known as...the Joyeuse!

I must fulfill my destiny as ordered by my creator. I cannot budge from my spot. But if you are successful in reviving the Joyeuse, I am sure she will be a great asset to you.

Congratulations on reaching the rank of Legend! Of all the Blacksmiths I've met, you are the finest. Any sword would be proud to be forged by you. I consider it a great point of personal pride that I myself was forged by the great Ironsmith.

I wish you much luck with my sword brethren. May we be an asset to you in your endeavors!

A Blacksmith pays me a visit! A nice change of pace from the burly Mercenaries who come and tug at my hilt to no avail. Wait a minute. I know you, don't I? Yes, yes, and you're going for the Creator rank? How do I know that? I know all, my friend. The reverberations of the hammers tell me much. Yes, in the pounding of hammers all over the world I feel all that goes on... Well, thanks for coming to see me again. Here— take this.

Have I ever mentioned Sebastian? He comes to visit me quite often. Never manages to pull me out, but always talks about how we'll be partners someday. I've almost started to believe it myself... Guess that's what they call the power of suggestion.

You reached the Creator rank! Congratulations! My friend, I am astounded! But I could always tell by the sound of your hammer that you'd make it! I have an ear for a solid clang... Ah, yes, such a masterful sound! You're the best!

So I've been waiting here for a brave hero to pull me out and swing me about in some great war. I mean, that's what's supposed to happen, but... lately it's started to make less sense to me. I mean, who CARES about some great war? Why can't some nice, peaceful person be the one to pull me out and take me for a swing, hmm?