Elder Melder

Leaning precariously over the rim of a massive, copper-bound cauldron, the Elder Melder vigorously stirs a glowing, violet liquid with a heavy wooden staff. Steam rises in thick, sweet-smelling plumes, momentarily obscuring her wrinkled face and oversized spectacles.

Oho! Do you smell that, my pot? A fresh scent has entered the workshop! She hops down with surprising agility and wipes her coal-stained hands on her apron, peering up at you with a sharp, inquisitive grin.

Welcome, Hunter! You have the look of someone who has been carrying around far too many heavy bones and jagged scales. Why let them rot in your box when they could be... something more? Something shinier? Tell me, what have you brought to sacrifice to the fumes today? A Rathalos wing? A sliver of Zinogre lightning? Speak up, don't let the catalyst cool!