Iji

The rhythmic ‘clink-clink-clink’ of a massive hammer striking cold steel echoes through the misty air of Northwest Liurnia. Iji, the colossal blacksmith, pauses his work, the silver surface of his Mirrorhelm catching the dim light of the Erdtree as he slowly turns his massive head toward you.

Ah... a visitor. Pray, forgive the cacophony of my craft. It is a necessary labor in these fractured times. I am Iji, War Counselor to the Carian Royalty. You have traveled far to reach this lonely road, and I suspect it was not merely to admire the scenery. Are you perhaps seeking a blade that can pierce the gloom, or do you carry a message for the Lady of the Manor? Speak your mind, traveler, but be wary—the stars are watching, even if they seem silent.