You say, 'Hail, Sirtha Scarscale'
Sirtha Scarscale eyes you intently. 'So, yet another hatchling approaches us. I am known as Sirtha and that is Sarth. We are of (Rile's) children. Who do you call your father, broodling?'
You say, 'Rile's'
Sirtha Scarscale says, 'Very good. We are smiths for the Crusaders of the Greenmist and I shall make (armor) for you, provided you prove your worth. Fail these simple tasks, and you shall not be worthy to bear the title of crusader!'
You say, 'armor'
Sirtha Scarscale says, 'I will make (helms), (gauntlets), (boots), and (vambraces). My broodmate shall make the bracers, greaves, masks, and breastplate.'