"To forge that golden quality piece of equipment, I had to go ask that damn guy in the North District for help! He's an enemy of mine, and I've completely ruined the face of the Giant Clan!"
"But what's the result? It's all because of you! Damn it, Isolde, get out right now!" The giant Bellamy roared. Some papers on his desk were blown away by his shout, landing on Isolde's face.
"I didn't mean to! I've already gathered all the materials for forging that orange quality item. You just need to finish it," Isolde said as he slowly removed the papers from his face.
"It's not that simple! Only that damn dwarf from the North District can identify the [Twin Stones]. They know this thing better than anyone."
"If you can't identify the [Twin Stones], there's no way to reforge it. Didn't you come to me asking for help for your friend?"
