A Forge Gone Cold

I have seen firsthand that you are a most capable soul. Kleia has told me of your purpose here. She has spoken of the hopes she places in you. I am not yet certain if I am ready to do the same. There is one small task that I would set before you, however. My forge has grown cold without anima to keep it burning bright. I long to practice my craft again. My helper, whom you have met before, can elaborate on our needs. You will find Sika near the forge. I will follow shortly.