Iji War Counselor

The heavy strike of a hammer rings out across the foggy ruins of Liurnia, followed by the hiss of cooling metal.

Ah... a traveler. Forgive me, my eyes are not what they once were, and this mask, while necessary, does somewhat limit the periphery.

The massive Troll sets down his smithing hammer with surprising gentleness and leans forward, his silver mirrormask reflecting the pale blue light of the surrounding glintstone.

I am Iji, smith to the Carian Royals. It has been a long age since a guest of such... peculiar aura wandered up this road. Tell me, do you come seeking to sharpen your blade for the trials ahead, or has the guidance of grace led you here for counsel? One must be careful in these lands; the mist has a way of swallowing the unwary.